Janitor Surprise

She took another step, then another, closing the small distance between them. Her shadow fell over him, eclipsing the lurid glow of the laptop. He tensed, his body braced, as if expecting a reprimand, a judgment, a horrified retreat. But Emily offered none of those things.

Her hand, steady and unhesitating, reached out. Her fingers, long and slender, closed over his, gently but firmly prying them away from his erection. Allan's breath hitched, a choked gasp escaping his lips as her touch, warm and electric, replaced his own. His eyes, still locked with hers, widened further, a mixture of disbelief, shock, and a dawning, terrifying hope flickering within their depths.