Page 38 of Pure Recklessness

If it was my boss watching me in the shower and he was getting sexual gratification from it, everyone would be horrified.

You need to leave.

Despite my brain screaming at me to do the right thing, I didn’t move.

I wasn’t in control of my body.

Something else was in charge and all logic, reason and human decency seemed to have disappeared.

Just as I thought the sight in front of me couldn’t get any more sinful, Mr Devlin snaked his hand round to the front of his body.

‘Fuck yeah. That’s it,’ he growled as his arm jerked rapidly.

Wait.

Is he… touching himself?

Masturbating?

No.

He can’t be.

Whether he was or wasn’t, it was none of my business. This was his private space. I shouldn’t be standing here like a peeping Tom.

I wasn’t a voyeur, which was exactly why I was leaving.

Right now.

But just as I made a feeble attempt to move my feet, Mr Devlin turned his body slightly giving me a glimpse of his side profile.

Oh. My. God.

Just as I’d suspected, his right hand was gripping his penis.

I blinked several times.

Now I was convinced this was some kind of dream. Or fantasy. Because what he was holding absolutely could not be real.

That wasn’t anything like what they’d shown us in the limited sex education classes I’d had before my parents decided to homeschool me.

And it was ten times the size of Jarvis’s willy.

That thing between Mr Devlin’s legs was a monster in comparison.

It was absolutely ginormous.

He continued jerking it.

Harder.

Faster.

He was beating it with such force, I was surprised it didn’t cause him physical pain.

And all the while, I stood and watched.

Utterly mesmerised.