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Was it suddenly way hotter in here? I thought saunas were relatively temperature-controlled. I was already sweating, so I decided to—very casually—unwrap my own towel and let it fall open onto the wooden seat either side of me.

Then I looked at Anita. Only because there was nothing else to look at in here. She’d lifted her head and was staring at my shorts. Like, really staring at them. I glanced down, and my ears went wild when I noticed how visible the outline of my half-hard cock was.

And the feel of her eyes on it meant the ‘half’ aspect was quickly becoming a thing of the past. I cleared my throat and was about to flip my towel back over my lap when movement across the room caught my eye.

Anita had perched her other heel on the edge of the bench. She leaned back, but her head was still visible above her knees, and she was watching me. I stared back, my embarrassing boner situation temporarily forgotten as our eyes locked and held.

Then her knees slowly parted, and her hand crept down her front. I choked on a breath when she slid it directly between her legs.

Chapter Seventeen

Nuni

H oly shit. Holy shit.

My hearts were already beating faster because of the heat, but now they went wild.

What was happening? My brain had stopped working.

My dick, however, was fully up to speed with the situation. It stiffened in a rush, throbbing in my shorts as I stared at Anita’s thin fingers lightly rubbing her pussy through her swimsuit.

Was she actually…? Maybe she just had an itch. And no decorum.

That seemed unlikely, though.

I realised I was gripping the edge of the bench so hard my knuckles ached, claws gouging into the wood. Forcing myself to let go, I found my right hand automatically settling over the throbbing length of my cock. And rubbing.

Anita’s eyes flared with heat. Already breathing faster, I darted a glance at the sauna door, then slid my hand under my shorts.

A clipped groan left me as I gripped my hard dick. It was really fucking hard, already trying to escape the hot confines of the shorts. I tried to rub it, but the fabric was impeding my movements considerably, making my hips shift with frustration.

Tearing my gaze away from her slow-moving fingers, I looked Anita in the eyes. She stared back, then dropped her gaze to my shorts, then looked at me again and gave me a tiny, almost imperceptible nod.

My breath rushed out of me as I slowly tugged my hand free and looked at the sauna door. If someone did walk in, I’d be the one at a massive disadvantage. All Anita would have to do was drop her legs and they’d be none the wiser. I’d be slouched here with a giant erection waving around that I would not be able to wrangle back into my shorts in a hurry. And if I draped my towel over it, it’d look like there was a tiny ghost hovering over my lap.

Well, not a tiny ghost. A miniature but still intimidatingly sized ghost. A miniature ghost that put all other miniature ghosts to shame.

Despite knowing the risks that this would end with me being banned from the gym and potentially arrested for indecent exposure, not Anita, I found myself slowly hooking my thumbs under the waistband of my shorts before pausing as I looked at Anita for confirmation.

She stared back at me from across the sauna, strands of wet dark hair sticking to her temples. Her gaze dropped to the obscene outline of my erection through my shorts, which were clinging to my sweaty skin like I’d stuck my lower body into a vacuum chamber.

When her pink tongue darted out to swipe over her lips, I gritted my teeth to suppress a groan. My cock jerked, growing even harder. My superior hearing caught the hitch in her breath a second before she slipped her free hand under the side of her swimsuit to cup a small breast.

God-fucking-damnit, this wasn’t fair. I needed to touch my dick! How was I supposed to sit here and not touch my dick while she was playing with her nipple and masturbating slowly through her swimsuit?

And that was what she was telling me, right? That was what she was saying without words, just with her unwavering stare on the outline of my cock. If I was getting this completely wrong and she didn’t want to see my dick, she could get up and leave. She could go to the front desk and report me as the creep in the sauna flashing people. I’d go quietly.

Fuck it. It was time to free the beast. He’d waited long enough to see Anita again.

Casting a final look at the door, I eased my shorts down over my straining cock and tucked the waistband behind my nuts. Like I’d said, I had a pretty nice pair of balls, so I figured I’d let her see them this time.

I heard her breath catch again. See? Literally a breathtaking set of balls. I gave them a brief rub and saw her dark eyes flare, which made my cock twitch in the air before I slid my hand up and pinned my length to my stomach, making sure to tense my abs so they popped nicely. I was already breathing faster, the danger of what we were doing turning me on a shocking amount. I’d never been one for risky sex. I liked sex in my nice big Alaskan king bed with my twelve hundred thread count sheets. Or in my shower, if I was feeling frisky.

And now also on my desk. And in a sauna, apparently.

Not that this was sex, per se. This was more like… mutual masturbation. From across the room. In a public place with a glass door that anyone could walk through at any second.

My breath huffed out of me as I lifted my hand so my cock bobbed back up into the air. Then I wrapped my fingers around the base and tilted it higher, so she’d be able to see its full majesty. I didn’t really know what I was supposed to be doing. I’d never done anything like this before. But when I saw Anita’s chest rise with a quick inhale, and her fingers press down harder between her legs, I figured I was doing something right.