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‘Er, Sarah? Are you awake?’ Ben said gently and hearing his deep, gravelly voice sent another shock wave straight to my core.

‘Yeah,’ I croaked.

‘Well, then, I wondered if you’d mind moving your hand? I need to go to the bathroom, but I didn’t want to wake you.’

‘My hand?’ I frowned, then looked down.

When I saw my palm casually resting on his rock-hard abs, I yanked it away.

‘Shit!’ I gasped. ‘I’m so sorry! I don’t know how that got there. I…’

‘Don’t worry. It’s fine.’

‘I suppose it could’ve been worse! Thank God I didn’t have my hand on your dick!’ I laughed, then winced. ‘Sorry, that was totally inappropriate.’

‘Actually,’ he smirked, ‘you kind of did…’

‘Wait.’ I attempted to swallow the lump of concrete that had suddenly formed in my throat. ‘I had my hand on your…?’

Ben nodded as a devilish smile spread across his face.

‘Ah! Good one!’ Relief washed over me. ‘You almost got me there! Very funny.’

‘I’m going to… I need to go to the bathroom,’ Ben said without responding to my comment.

He was joking, right?

I didn’t really have my hand on his cock, did I?

Please God, tell me I didn’t!

‘Er …’ He gripped the covers that were resting on his waist. ‘Like I said, I need to get up now, so you might want to look away…’

‘Look away?’ My face crumpled. ‘Why?’

‘Because… I have a little morning wood situation and I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.’

‘Ohhhh…’ I nodded, thinking how much I’d love to get a glimpse of his wood. ‘It’s okay. I won’t get offended. It’s normal, right?’

‘Yeah. Happens all the time. So… I’m gonna…’

‘Sure, go for it,’ I said, turning my head slightly to the side but fighting the urge to take a little teeny, weeny peek at him from the corner of my eye.

Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look!

Dammit, I looked and…

Fucking hell.

Ben said he had alittlemorning wood situation. But from the enormous boner poking through his boxers, he had a whole bloody forest in there.

Forget calling him Big Ben. I should call him Woody McGiant Stiffy.

The size of that thing.

‘Thought you weren’t going to look, Jeffries,’ Ben called out as he continued walking to the bathroom, giving me a delicious view of his firm arse.

‘I didn’t!’ I lied.