Chapter Seven ~ Gabe
I was having the hardest time not jacking off in the damn shed.
Just one little stroke, my inner demon urged.
Zoey’s lush t**s pressed against my back as we rode to the lake had been pure torture, and then I’d made the mistake of pausing before going into the shed to do inventory like I’d said I was going to. Instead, I watched as she sauntered down the dock, pulled the flimsy cover-up over her head, and revealed her body on perfect display in a little white bikini.
Damn … First the sweaty jog, then the four-wheeler ride, and then … I watched as she dove off the dock into the water and held my breath until she surfaced and ran her hands over her slicked-back hair. That was when I disappeared into the shed.
This girl was driving me to the brink of crazy.
That long
