Page 37 of Pure Recklessness

Mr Devlin was naked.

He had his back to me which gave me ample opportunity to study every curve, every groove, every plane of his incredible, sculpted body.

I’d never seen anything like it.

The man looked like he’d been carved from marble.

His back was firm and muscular.

His thighs were thick and strong.

And don’t even get me started on his backside.

Bloody hell.

The only man I’d ever seen fully naked in the flesh before was Jarvis (the man who took my virginity didn’t even take off his clothes) and he did not look like this.

I tried and failed to swallow the enormous lump in my throat.

I knew I should leave.

Watching my boss naked in the shower was wrong.

Depraved even.

But I was captivated.

I’d never seen a man who looked so utterly delicious.

Mr Devlin looked incredible with his clothes on.

But naked?

I had no words.

And this was only the back of him. Imagine how the front of him looked.

A strange tingle shot straight to my core.

The sensation was new and surprising, but very pleasant.

My nipples tingled and when I glanced down, they were straining against the fabric of my blouse.

Curious, I ran my finger over one nipple, then the other.

Both were rock hard.

I was… aroused.

My gaze flicked back to the shower and fixated on the naked god.

A wave of shame washed over me.

This was wrong on so many levels.

It was bad enough that I was watching, but the fact that I was getting turned on was even worse.

Imagine if the roles were reversed?