Later that afternoon Tyler found himself struggling with the urge to leave the office and find Ward. The close call of the morning in the feed storage area still played on his mind. He hoped that as the newness of Ward’s return to his life wore off, his obsessive need to be near the man would diminish. However, even though the memory of that brief encounter served as a warning to be more careful, it also caused his c**k to plump and strain against his jeans.
At five o’clock Tyler left the office. The men were closing up the mill. Tyler dallied around the loading dock until the men had left. Then he sought out Ward. When Tyler found him, he seemed to be lingering in one of the storage rooms.
“Waiting for someone?” Tyler asked.
“Could be,” Ward turned and smiled at Tyler as he entered the
