Chapter 18

Oh, my. Grant’s cock took an instant interest in the smooth chest, narrow hips, and sturdy legs. His fingers itched to slide their way through the droplets of water clinging to the shower-heated flesh.

“Thank God—I don’t think I could have faced having to put that damned uniform on again.” Rafael tossed the used sweatshirt to Grant and poured a cup of coffee. Then he folded a piece of toast into quarters, dunked it in the coffee, and jammed it in his mouth. At Grant’s amused expression, he mumbled, “Saves time.” After chewing and swallowing, he added, “Bathroom’s all yours. But hurry—I want to get the hell out of here.” He laid the clothes on the bed, picked up the shirt, and dropped the towel.

Grant did an abrupt about-face, grabbed his gym bag, and headed for the bathroom. For a moment he considered another session in the shower to get rid of his raging erection but didn’t think he should take the time. Both the little girl and Rafael were waiting for him.