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“What do you need?” He peered toward the door to make sure Owen wasn’t walking in. Too often his supervisor had snuck up on Jace when he was busy working just to look over his shoulder. He thought of Owen as the dust inspector or just an all-around pain in his ass.

“I wanted to know what time you got off work,” she replied.

“My schedule is on the fridge, Mom.”

Jace’s heart thumped a little harder when Ian walked into the locker room. Ian yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it onto a nearby wooden bench. Most of the members had a great body, but Ian’s was amazing.

For some reason, a powerful feline came to mind as Jace’s gaze slid over the guy’s bronze physique, noticing how Ian’s shorts hugged his lean hips.

Now Jace was bordering on creepy, so he ripped his eyes away and gave Ian his back.

“Oh, you get off at four. Perfect! Stop by the grocery store and pick up—”

“Just text me your list. In fact, next time just send me a message if you need to me to… If you need anything. I told you I’m not allowed on my phone while I’m at work.”

One of the showers turned on.

“Don’t tell me you called Jace,” his grandmother said in the background. “Sweet Jesus, Myla. Leave that boy alone. You’re gonna get him fired.”

His mom sighed. “I’ll text you the list. Make sure you come straight home afterward so I can get dinner started.”

“I will.”

“Stop pestering me, Inez,” his mom said. “I had to make sure he would stop by the store.”

He hung up. Those two would go back and forth for the next ten minutes, and he’d already risked getting caught. He loved them both but wished his mom wouldn’t call him at work.

After grabbing his cleaning cart from the locked utility closet, Jace began to clean the locker room, ignoring the fact that Ian was naked in the shower, soap suds sliding down his wet body.

Not going to think about that. Jace shoved his earbud back into his ear and turned on his music. At least he was allowed to jam while he worked, which was a bonus.

As the music played, he scrubbed the unoccupied showers, but no matter how hard he tried, thoughts of a soaped-up Ian kept sliding into his mind. His fingers itched to shampoo the man’s long hair, to scrub his lean back, and to drop to his knees to worship Ian’s cock.

What in the hell was wrong with him? Jace had been nothing but professional since starting his job, ignoring the naked men entering or exiting the showers or simply changing their clothes.

Distance. That’s what was needed. He pushed his cart over to the lockers and wiped them down, completely focused on what he was doing when he felt a presence next to him.

Ian stood at his locker, completely naked as water trickled down his body. The dust cloth in Jace’s hand dropped to the floor. Ian was towel drying his hair, but nothing was around his waist.

Nothing.

Not a scrap of cloth to hide his manhood or ass. Which was perfectly sculpted. Toned, muscled, and lip-bitingly round.

A loud groan escaped Jace. Ian looked him over as he rubbed that towel over his damp hair, the strands darker from the water.

Jace spun, ready to grab a towel for Ian, but he crashed into his cart. His face collided with the handle of the mop and poked his eye. As Jace shouted and his eye throbbed, he’d lost his footing, and he was going down.

A strong arm curled around his waist and yanked him backward. Jace’s back hit a solid wall of muscle. His eye was watering as he realized that Ian’s bare cock was pressed into him.

“Are you okay?” Ian’s voice was deep and close to Jace’s ear. His bicep flexed. His arm grew tighter. The masculine fragrance of Ian’s bodywash punched Jace’s senses and made him drool.

Ian turned Jace around and lowered him onto the bench. A slight pounding started in the back of his skull. Not now! Jace had suffered from migraines since the car accident that had claimed his dad’s life. For eight years, he’d battled them. There was never a good time for his migraines to grip him, but right now would be the worst.

“Let me take a look.”

Clearly unashamed of his nudity, Ian crouched and examined Jace’s eye. “How bad does it hurt?”

“It stings, and my eye won’t stop watering.” Fighting against his oncoming headache, Jace curled his fingers around the edge of the bench and glanced down. Enormous mistake. Even soft, Ian’s dick was an impressive size.

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