Which was zero dignity.
Zero dignity at all.
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” I muttered, turning down the radio. “Get it together.”
But Icouldn’tstop grinning.
That was the problem.
I’d been grinning like an idiot since I’d left Chase’s house.
Grinning while I drove.
Grinning while I stopped for gas.
Grinning while I performed an entire stadium rock show at a red light.
And every time I thought about last night—about Chase’s hands on my hips, his mouth on mine, the way he’d looked at me that morning withsleep-mussed hair and that dorky wave—the grin grew.
And there was a definite tingle in my pants.
“Stop it.” I looked down and scolded Little Finn. “We have work to do. There’s no time for you to stand at attention and—”
Chase’s voice echoed in my ears, “You’re going to stay right here and let me—”
My shorts tented, and the tingle became more insistent.
Tax forms. Think about a 1040 or the Florida State Sales Tax application sitting on the desk in the office. Fuck, think about the health inspection we’d have to deal with eventually or the grease trap in the kitchen that Rod kept complaining about.
It helped. Marginally. Not really.
My cock pulsed, and my shorts twitched.
“Please, little guy, not now,” I pleaded, regretting my word choice. “You’re not little. You’re manly and huge and . . . fuck . . . still throbbing.”
All I could see when I squeezed my eyes shut were erections and stubble-burned lips.
And dirty blond hair.
“Listen, Mr. Thing, if you’ll go back down, just for a little while, I promise to never call you small or anything disrespectful again. You don’t have anything to prove. Work with me here, okay?”
My cock pulsed, grinding against the inside of my shorts. I wasn’t wearing underwear or even those silky shorts that always felt like I was naked when I was actually clothed, so my head scraped against rough fabric.
Normal cocks might find that painful or annoying. For some reason, my not-so-little guy found it thrilling or erotic. It twitched again.
My own bloody dick was taunting me.
I stopped at another red light and let my head bang on the steering wheel.
But the grin was still there.
Then a sickening thought struck:Mark is going to notice immediately.
Mark noticed everything. It was his superpower and my curse.
He’d take one look at me and knowexactlywhat had happened. Of course, he’d know who I’d been with. There was no secret in how hard I was crushing on the blond bombshell of an attorney who kept showing up for Rod’s cooking. Hell, Mark would probably sense what positions we’d used just by looking at my face.
Bloody fucking buggering hell.
