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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Okay. I’m certifiable. I’ve got one of my employees in my shower. A dangerously sexy one at that.

Fuck my crazy, messy life.

There’s something about her pretty face, her youthful innocence. The tight curves of her body, the softness of her full breasts. And the way she looks at me with those big, inquisitive eyes while her whip-smart brain dissects me.

I’ve always liked a woman that could hold her own. I didn’t know how much I’d like this particular one.

Which is nothing but trouble.

“We don’t have long,” I say against Avery’s neck as the hot water courses over our bodies and steam cocoons us .

She lathers the soap, then turns in my arms so she’s facing me. “Then don’t be getting any ideas about using that big gun on me.”

As she slides her hands over my body, I let my own hands wander down, until one is gripping her very fine, very round ass, and the other has found her clit. “Too late. The ideas were already there when I woke up this morning.”

With a lift of her brow, she says, “Well, you’ll have to be fast.”

“No, you will,” I say as I gently pinch her clit between my thumb and finger. Her little gasp makes me smile. Her hands falter, the soap slips out of her grasp and ricochets around the shower, landing near the drain.

“Oops. See what you made me do,” she says in a breathy laugh.

“Gonna bend over for it?” I tease.

Flipping me a suggestive glance, she says, “Somebody’s got to.”

I spin her around so her back is to my front. She bends for the soap and I get a very fine view of what I just had in my hand. Seeing my handprint there on the curve of her ass, makes my cock grow even harder.

Seven ways to Sunday, that’s how I’d like to fuck this tiny sex kitten, but there’s no time for all the things I’d like to do this morning. But I am going to get her off again. That will take no time flat.

She squeals when I grab her and haul her back against me. Slipping my cock between her legs, in the gap between her thighs, I murmur, “As much as I’d like to bend you over and fuck you till we both can’t see straight, I’m gonna take a pass.”

“What? Are you crazy?” she asks with disappointment in her voice. “You didn’t want to last night. And now… You’re going to make me self conscious.”

“Whoa now, Angel, don’t be going crazy inside that head of yours. I just want to take my time. Your tight little pussy needs foreplay or I will hurt you with this monster if I really go at you the way I want to. So, let me take care of you now so we can try to save both our jobs.”

Her struggle is so loud, I can hear it outside her head.

“Brock, are you sure? Won’t you have… you know… blue balls?” she asks almost shyly.

“I will.”

“Can you masturbate?”

I chuckle. “Did you just ask me if I can masturbate? Honey, it’s all I’ve done for the last year thinking about you.”

She goes perfectly still as her eyes grow warmer. “I like knowing that.”

I press my mouth to the cord of her neck. “You like knowing you tortured me, huh? I should spank your ass for that.”

She blushes so hotly, the heat radiates off of her. I laugh with great satisfaction. “So, the idea of me spanking you turns you on.”

“I plead the fifth.”

I give her a little smack on the right butt cheek. “We’re talking more about this later. But there’s no time for that now.”

Changing the subject, she asks, “Can you masturbate while you get me off?”

I laugh again. This time, my disbelief shows. “I guess I could.”

“Good. Let’s do that,” she says brightly, looking at me over her shoulder. Her lashes have beads of water clinging on them, and the color of her blue eyes is like the most beautiful ocean in the world.

For a second, I’m locked up, frozen. Lost in them.

Then, I remember the oddball conversation we’re having about me jerking off while I get her off, before we go to work and pretend we didn’t just break every freaking rule in the book with a sledgehammer.

“What wormhole did I fall in?”

Avery shrugs one of her slender shoulders. “I don’t know but I think you should. I wouldn’t want you to be in pain all day.”

“Sweetheart, that would be impossible. The minute I arrive at work, I’m going to have a headache that could cripple an elephant.”

Leaning back against me she pulls my hand to her breast. “At least, you won’t have a build up down below too.”

I grit my teeth as I palm her perfect tit and move my cock between her slippery, sudsy thighs. “God knows, can’t be having a buildup down below.”

It would be so damned easy to slip right into her.

Just glide the head right between those folds into Nirvana.

But I won’t. She was so fucking tight last night in the truck, I know I tore her up. That’s something I won’t stand for. I won’t hurt her with my size.

A big dick requires planning. And foreplay. And lube. We have to have time for proper build up. Last night was an immature, greedy fuck, on my part.

On top of the fact that I won’t have sex without a condom with Avery. We haven’t had the birth control conversation yet, but we’re having it damned soon.

Fuck me. I shouldn't be thinking about a next time. There should be no next time. Hell, there should be no this time. But when I look down and see her lips parted, her eyes closed and the heaving of her creamy breasts in my big hand, I tell myself to shut the hell up and enjoy.

I’d be a fucking fool—a bigger fucking fool—if I didn’t.

Letting go, I groan. “Damn, that feels so good.”

She arches against me as I find her clit and work my thumb over it. Her voice is broken when she speaks, “Yes. Just like that.”

I pull back from between her legs, and take my cock in my hand. It won’t be hard to get off with Avery moaning those little breathy moans and moving against my hand.

When I slide my fingers through her folds and dip them inside her sweet, tight center, she purrs my name. My cock throbs and jumps in my hand.

Heart pounding, I finger-fuck her at the same time I press the heel of my hand against her clit. She shudders and widens her legs. “Please, yes. Right there.”

“God, I want to be where my fingers are. Buried in that glorious, slick heat.” Growling like an animal, I stroke my shaft. Hard.

I’ve never masturbated with a woman in my arms before, never knew how mind blowing it would be.

“Brock, more, more. Now.” She twists against me, grinding her pussy against my hand.

I add another finger, and rasp against her ear, “Ride my fingers, Angel. That’s it. Chase it.”

Three strokes later, she stiffens against me. “Ahhhhh!” Her mouth drops open, her head drops back onto my chest. Her lids flicker like she’s dreaming. Water splashes off her peaked nipples as she raggedly breathes.

A flaming arrow of heat lances upward from my sack to the tip of my cock. The ferocity steals my breath, just like I’ve been kicked. Because I have, by one little woman, right in the fucking heart.

I swallow. Try to get my vocal cords back online but almost fail because I’m so deep in the pleasure zone, nothing but my hand and my cock are working.

“God, Angel, that’s hot as fuck ,” I manage to grunt as I clench my cock hard. Fisting the rock hard shaft, my shout echoes against the shower walls. It’s a guttural, unrecognizable sound that tears out of me as every cell in my body contracts.

Burst after burst of my hot load shoots out of me, coating Avery’s back.

I plant my shaking hand against the tile wall. My chest heaves like I’ve sprinted up the side of a ten story building. The room spins. My cock violently throbs. Shit, I’ve got to get my head on straight, fast.

Avery sags against my arm, and I let her gently down to the bench.

“Yeah, I feel you,” I murmur as I wait for the room to stop spinning. For a second, I wonder if it’s because my world has gotten knocked off its axis.

I laugh, shake my head. “I came so hard I almost snapped my spine in half.”

She giggles, blushes hard, and covers her face with her hands. “Well, I almost melted into a puddle and slid down the shower drain. The only thing that kept me upright was your arm.”

I reach for her, push her hands aside and cup her cheek in my palm. When I tip her face up, our gazes collide. Everything goes still.

This isn’t supposed to be happening.

But it is.

Here we are .

Seriously, I say, “I had you.”

Blinking up at me, her eyes give me a window to her emotions. It’s all there. The ghosts. Her hope. Her need to trust me. The uncertainty. The understanding of how fucked up this all is.

Avery knows how dangerous this game is that we’re playing. More than jobs are on the line.

Neither of us says it aloud, but barriers are falling, and castles without their walls are easy targets for carnage.

Before my head gets too wrecked, I grab Avery’s hand and pull her to her feet. “Let’s finish showering. Then we need to take a bullet train to the fire station.”

We soap each other up quickly. Shaking her head, she says, “You drive like a madman, by the way.”

I laugh as I run my fingers through her hair. “You like it. I saw it in your eyes last night.”

Her grin is telling. “Maybe a little.”

I tilt her head back and rinse the shampoo out, careful to make sure I get it all. “Thrill seeker.”

“Look who’s talking, Mr. Bomb Squad.”

“I like dealing with things that might explode.”

“Thus our current predicament,” she replies before she turns pensive.

Clenching my jaw, I try to take a steadying breath and fail completely.

Bombs are easy. There’s training for that. I have no idea how to diffuse this one. There’s no manual for handling the kind of emotional landmine we’ve just made.