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the clubhouse, he assumed.
    As the door swooshed closed behind her, her eyes went wide. “A supply closet?”
    “Hey, it’s private.” He worked his belt loose followed by the waistband button then the zipper. “You didn’t think I was going to let you grope me in the hallway, did you?”
    “No.” Her gaze was locked on the triangle made by his open britches. “I….”
    He leaned back against a stack of boxes and spread his legs. “Do what you need to do. I’ve got to go to work.”
    She placed her laptop on a case of sports drinks then stepped forward. She moved as if she had pine tar stuck to the bottom of her shoes, all the while looking at his groin. His dick swelled until he was sure if she didn’t get a move on, he would explode right there.
    “I haven’t got all day,” he reminded her.
    He should have made it easy on her. He should have pushed his pants to his knees, but he hadn’t. She came closer. So close he could smell the floral scent on her hair. Below was an earthy scent that was all woman.
    He was hard. Everywhere. He felt as if he’d turned to stone—living, breathing stone. While his body was frozen in limbo, his senses were painfully alive. The toe of her sneaker squeaked on the polished concrete floor. If he hadn’t already been blind with lust, her halo of spun gold hair would have done the job.
    Toe-to-toe with him, she pressed the tips of her fingers to his stomach. He sucked in a breath and held it as her tiny hand slid inside his uniform. She skimmed the elastic band of his jock strap then moved down past the crease where his hip and thigh joined. Everywhere she touched him, his flesh burned.
    As her hand explored farther south, her body pressed closer to his until her breasts flattened against his ribcage. She turned her head so her cheek met his sternum, her cute little nose so close to his left nipple her breath made the tiny nub pucker and bead.
    Royce ground his teeth until the pain in his jaw forced him to speak. “Stop!”
     
    With one hand on the box behind Royce and the other not more than an inch from finding the malfunctioning electrode, Tricia froze. If anyone were to see them like this, both their careers would be over. Well, maybe not his, but hers would be. It was her hand down his open pants. Her cheek pressed to his heaving chest, her forearm planking next to his raging hard-on.
    His hands were flattened against the box in a sort of reverse Spider Man death grip. He wasn’t even touching her.
    Embarrassment and shame washed over her followed by anger—at him for practically daring her to take his challenge, and at herself for doing so.
    “I’m sorry.” She peeled her face from his incredibly warm chest even as she began to extract her hand. Fingers like steel bands clamped around her forearm, stilling her movement.
    “Don’t. Move.”
    Once again, she froze. His labored breaths stirred the hair on the top of her head. She didn’t dare look up at his face. Instead, she focused on his hand wrapped around her arm. She was fragile porcelain to his sturdy ironstone. As unbreakable as his grip was, it was gentle, too.
    “I need a minute.”
    Along the length of her forearm, his penis had escaped the bounds of his jock strap. A trickle of scalding liquid trailed down her skin. She licked her lips, wanting suddenly to taste that drop of pre-cum, to taste all of him.
    She tugged on her arm, and he let her go. All the reasons she should not do what she was about to do ricocheted around inside her skull. Before one of the tiny bullets of sanity lodged in her brain, she grasped the waistband of his uniform in both hands, and sinking to the floor, she took his pants down with her.
    He reacted fast, but perhaps having so much blood pooled in his groin was a detriment to his athleticism because his hands were too late. By the time he grasped her head between his palms to stop her, she’d freed his cock and swallowed as much of it as she could.
    “Christ Almighty!” he