My breath hitched so violently I had to clamp a hand over my mouth. My whole body froze, but my eyes—my eyes refused to close.

He stroked himself slowly, his grip firm, his hand moving in long, steady pulls. The sight made my insides twist, my skin burning with heat that spread from my chest all the way down. I knew I shouldn’t be watching this. I knew it was wrong. But gods help me—I couldn’t look away.

His wet hair clung to his face and neck, strands sticking to his skin, and when he tilted his head back slightly, I could see the sharp line of his throat catch...