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pleasuring Candace came on screen and he immediately hardened. His cock thickened and his balls tightened, demanding he finally do something about his rock-hard erection before he went off like a supernova.
    Groaning and feeling like a hormonal teenager, he slipped his hands inside his shorts, gripped his cock and began to stroke himself. Hard. If he wanted to get his mind back on the job, the only way to do it was with a clear head. Both of them. And if this was the answer, then so be it.
    When he heard Candace’s cries of ecstasy, he pumped faster, the need to release the brewing pressure inside him growing at an alarming rate. Another low groan crawled out of his throat as he worked his palm over his throbbing cock. He closed his eyes briefly, letting his wild imagination take him back to that lake with Candace.
    Erotic visions of the way she’d offered herself to him filled his thoughts; her pussy poised at his mouth and his fingers pumping inside her and brushing over her G-spot until she quaked with urgency. Jesus he loved how he’d made her quake.
    He opened his eyes in time to watch the way he licked her pussy, his face moving between her thighs and inching open her swollen lips as he ravished her sweet spot. With his senses exploding he dragged in air and knew his orgasm was only a stroke away. His hands began to work harder over his dick as he fantasized how it would feel to slide his cock into her tight sex, and pump in and out of her until they both shattered into a million pieces, their orgasms overtaking them and leaving them drained, sated.
    “Fuck…” He moaned out loud as pressure mounted inside him. He cupped his sac and stroked his dick faster. With his cock thickening to the point of no return, he bit down on his bottom lip, his brain no longer functioning.
    But then, seconds before he found release, a knock came on his door and had his mind careening back. He grunted something incoherent, summoned what little brainpower he had left and flicked off the monitors, praying that whoever was on the other side of that door hadn’t heard anything.
    The knock came again, and he worked to stuff his swollen cock back into his shorts and adjust his T-shirt to hide the huge bulge.
    “Marc, are you in there?”
    Holy hell!
    He cleared his throat. “Yeah, just a second,” he bit out and drew on an old teenage trick, thinking about sports and old television shows, in an effort to shrink his erection.
    “Is everything okay?”
    Hell no, everything wasn’t okay. Here he was whacking off in a van while he watched himself pleasure his boss’s daughter on video. Not only that. He liked her. Really liked her. Candace was open, giving, fun and refreshing. She was natural and lacked pretense. So unlike any other woman he’d ever met. And what was he doing in return? Deceiving her.
    “Yeah, I’ll be right out.” After taming his arousal, he erased the video, drew a centering breath and pulled open the door. He stepped out and inched the door closed behind him, but the minute she leaned forward, breaching his personal space, a rush of sexual energy hit him. Hard.
    “What was that noise I heard?”
    Feeling flustered, something that never happened to him—until he set eyes on Candace, that is—he rushed out. “Radio…yeah, the radio.”
    She tried to look past his shoulders, but he moved, blocking her path and slamming his door tight.
    “Are you finished for the day?” she asked.
    “All done.” He put his hands into the pockets of his shorts to inconspicuously adjust himself. Christ, everything about her reduced him to a hormonal juvenile.
    “I was just thinking about taking a run, then afterwards grabbing something to… eat .”
    Marc’s heart missed a beat as he took in the lust in her eyes and something about the way she said eat had his libido roaring to life once again. He should say no and just get the hell out of there and ask his boss to put someone else on the case. But he didn’t trust anyone