That feeling.. Brandon could not be wrong about that. No man could be wrong about that.
What did I do wrong? I was just looking at him. How…?
Maybe he did not understand himself that well. Maybe, it was some other kind of feeling that he was mistaken for arousal.
Just to be sure, Brandon glanced down and there, poking through the cotton pyjamas that he had worn.
Fuck.
He was hard and there was no denying it.
A quick glance, he paid attention to what Kelly was doing, if his boss had noticed what was going on with him.
It was as if I did not even notice that he had other things going on with him. Was now bench pressing, his entire focus on lifting the weight that he held up and down in systematic motions.
Enclosed his eyes, shaking his head. He was concentrating too hard again, and it was only making things worse for him as blood rushed down to where it shouldn't.
