Chapter 8
TWO WEEKS HAD gone by rapidly, and another shift had just ended. The incoming shift had gone out on a call, and Brody was headed for the showers. As far as he knew, there was no one left in the building other than Sheldon, who’d rolled over and gone back to sleep after the alarm bell had stopped ringing.
As usual, seeing Sheldon naked had caused Brody to sprout wood, so he’d stationed himself in the shower facing a corner, and begun to stroke himself. He was so engrossed in what he was doing that he wasn’t aware of another presence in the shower area until a hand snaked around his body and grabbed his erection.
“It’s more fun when somebody does it for you,” Sheldon said.
“What if someone sees us?”
“Relax. There’s nobody in the building. Besides, I locked the bedroom door.”
