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else seemed to witness his sudden lack of brain activity either.
    “Where are you headed first?” Tavis asked, turning his head toward Payton.
    “Huh?” Payton swallowed and a drop of sweat slid down his temple. “Oh, the treadmills, I think.”
    “Me too. Let me go take a piss and we’ll go.” Tavis picked up his bag and stuck it into an empty locker before heading toward the water closet.
    Payton gave him a jerky nod, not even flinching at the coarse language. “Okay.” His heart was pounding so hard he could feel its pulse everywhere, his throat, his ears, his cock. Okay, breathe and don’t look back at the man. Just concentrate and the boner will go away. Payton glanced back at the redhead. Pay! You weren’t supposed to look.
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    The Adonis was now sans shirt. His back was wide and well-defined, mouth-watering really. His muscles were so nicely rounded and his skin so smooth—even if it was pale—that he looked fake. No, not fake, like a marble masterpiece, a flawless statue.
    Payton snapped his mouth shut before the drool dripped out, willed himself not to look at the human masterpiece, and bent over like he was getting something out of his bag. Oh, that was awkward. The seam of his pants bit into his erection. He gritted his teeth and shifted on the bench, trying to appear as though he wasn’t relieving the pressure off his prick. He probably looked like his arse itched. Argh. Payton stopped. Someone was going to notice if he didn’t. He sat back up, pulling the bag into his lap. Oh, better, sort of…
    “You’re not ready.”
    “Huh?” Payton turned to find Tavis standing over him. Think, think, think. “I have a cramp.” Payton stretched his leg out, being careful to keep the bag over his erection, and pounded on his thigh with his fist. “Why don’t you go ahead and I’ll meet you there.
    Where are they?”
    Frowning, the lieutenant glanced at Payton’s leg. “Are you okay? You look a little flushed.”
    Only a little? He felt a whole lot flushed…and flustered. “Sure, just an old injury, not used to this weather, I guess. Go on without me.” Pleeease, go on without me.
    “Okay. When you leave the locker room turn left and just keep going. The treadmills are all the way to the back left corner.”
    “Great, I’ll see you there.”
    Tavis walked off and Payton’s attention went right back to the redhead. Guh. What was wrong with him? The man was like a magnet, and Payton a helpless piece of steel.
    The man was bent over pulling his trousers off his feet. Payton shook himself mentally. He had to snap out of it and get his own pants off. Which was going to be difficult with the hard-on he was now sporting.
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    up, Payton unbuttoned his trousers and shimmied them off with his arse only lifting from the bench for a second. He pulled them over his feet and replaced them with his shorts.
    After getting his shorts on his legs, he tugged them up as far as he could without standing. Once his shirt covered his problem, he stood quickly and yanked them over his hips. He impressed even himself sometimes. No way had anyone seen anything.
    Grinning, he reached for his shoes and lifted his head.
    One crystal blue eye stared at him, the other covered by a red hank of hair before it was brushed back by a big hand. A set of full lips curved into a smile.
    Dust. Payton jerked his head down, studying his feet. He fumbled with his shoes and swallowed. How much had the Adonis seen? What if he saw Payton’s little, er, big problem? Sadly, the thought of being seen did nothing to alleviate that condition.
    His hands were sweating, but he finally managed to get one shoe tied and his other on his foot. He fancied he could feel the man’s gaze boring