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“I… uh.” I swallow too, my mouth suddenly so dry I can barely speak. “I thought I heard my name. I’m sorry, I must’ve been mistaken.”

“You weren’t.”

His words almost knock me off my feet, sending my heart racing so fast that I’m afraid it might burst right out of my chest.

“Oh,” is all I can manage to say.

Once again, some part of my brain ignores common sense completely, refusing to cooperate with my directive to turn around and leave before this gets any more loaded and awkward. Unbidden, my gaze travels down his body, over his well-defined pecs and sculpted abdominals to the little trail of hair that creates a path downward below his belly button. His shaft is thick and swollen, and although he’s got his fist wrapped tightly around the base, there are still several inches that aren’t covered at all by his hand.

He’s… huge.

Cruz makes another rough noise in his throat, drawing me out of my stupor. Then his fist slides slowly up and down his length.

My face flies upward to meet his again, and the look on his face makes my mouth fall open.

He looks hungry. Intent.

It might’ve been an accident that I walked in on him while he was jerking off, but what he just did, stroking himself like that while I watched? That wasn’t an accident. He did it knowing I was watching. Maybe even… because I was watching?

“Are you going to leave?” he murmurs, jacking himself again.

“Do you want me to?”

His jaw clenches, a muscle in his cheek jumping. “No.”

A hot flush works its way through my entire body. This is wrong. So wrong on so many levels. But the truth is, I don’t want to go anywhere. I can’t get my feet to move, and I can’t seem to force myself to stop watching him as he slowly starts to work himself with long, even strokes.

He must’ve been close to coming when I walked in on him, because I can see how much each drag of his fist over his length is affecting him. His chest rises and falls with deep breaths, his nostrils flaring, and the thick muscles of his thighs bunch up as he flexes them.

He doesn’t speak again, and neither do I. There’s nothing but the soft hiss of the shower and the wet noises of skin on skin as he strokes himself. Steam fills the air in the bathroom, little plumes of it wafting through the door, but it’s not enough to obscure my view of him.

The blue of his eyes seems to darken to a cobalt color as he thrusts his hips forward a little to meet the movements of his hand, and I curl my hands into fists unconsciously. I don’t even know why I’m doing it, all I know is that I need somewhere to put all the electric energy surging through my body. And if I don’t curl my fingers up tightly, part of me is worried that I’ll do something even more reckless than every other thing I’ve done up to this point. Something truly crazy, like slipping a hand between my legs to the throbbing wetness of my core and stroking my clit the way it’s begging for.

As if he can read my thoughts in my expression, Cruz growls something under his breath. His hand loses its measured pace, sliding up and down his shaft almost frantically. I can see his knot start to swell, and his upper body curls forward a bit as he explodes. Jets of cum burst from his cock in thick streams, hitting the clear shower wall between us as his abs contract.

My stomach clenches too, my entire body responding to the sight almost as if there weren’t at least ten feet and a shower wall between us. I can almost feel the hot splash of his cum against my skin, and it pulls another whimper from me before I can stop it. Cruz keeps working his length, sliding his fist up and down several more times as he milks the last of his release.

When he finally stops moving, he wraps his fist around his knot and squeezes as he sucks in a deep breath. His cum slides down the shower wall, mixing with the water from the shower, and I realize that somewhere in the middle of all this, I bit my lip again.

My lower lip is trapped so tightly between my teeth that I’m almost surprised I didn’t take a chunk out of it.

I slowly relax my jaw, allowing the abused bit of flesh to slip free, and Cruz opens his mouth like he’s about to say something.

But before he can speak, reality comes rushing in like a wrecking ball, hitting me upside the head with enough force to jar me out of the almost dreamlike state I’m in. My body finally lurches into motion, and I spin around and almost sprint for the bedroom door.

I slip out into the hall and hurry to my room, my pulse racing faster with every step. The second I reach the bedroom that’s become mine, I throw myself inside and yank the door closed, then lean back against it, closing my eyes.

What the hell did I just do?

Chapter 9

Lily

The wooden door is solid against my back as I lean against it, my head tipped back and my eyes squeezed shut. There’s such a wild mix of thoughts and emotions crashing around inside me that I can’t sort through all of them.

There’s embarrassment about the fact that I just crossed a line with a man who’s technically my boss, worry about what this will mean, and a dangerous sort of thrill at the thought that he wanted me to stay. And then there are the physical reactions in my body, which doesn’t give two shits about the potential awkwardness of what just happened and only knows that it’s desperate for relief.

My clit is throbbing so hard that I’m almost more aware of that than my own heartbeat, and I can feel wetness seeping into my panties and dampening the crotch.

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