Which meant, in case you weren’t keeping track, that in the short while I’d been in South Carolina, I’d now seen my stable boy, my gardener, and my pool boy naked. Hopefully, my handyman woman wouldn’t be next on the list. In any case, my eyes stayed glued to the vent, my c**k throbbing inside my robe. Zeb’s robe, of course, was already off, his hand gleefully stroking away.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Missed opportunities suck, boss,” he replied, nearly in a pant.
I thought about it for a second and followed suit, both of us naked, hard, stroking, and peering into the vent. Thankfully, Zeb had clear plastic curtains in his shower or I might’ve had to fire him. Especially when Jake started to soap up that Adonis-like body of his and his c**k started a slow arch up, uP, UP.
“f**k,”
