A soft, raw sound escaped her lips "Mmhn…"
The low, involuntary moan broke the silence. Her eyes remained closed, her face still deep in peaceful oblivion, completely unaware that the subtle sound had made his situation way worse.
His control shattered. He watched, horrified, as the sudden, visceral reaction made the head of his erection push past the fabric of his trousers.
The sight made his stomach clench. It wasn't stopping; it was only getting bigger, straining the material and forcing its way further out.
'She can't open her eyes. If she moves, if she even shifts her head…'
The terror of her seeing it rooted him to the spot. Yet, he knew he couldn't remain like this, with his cock hanging out, exposed, while she lay inches away
'I have to get the hell out of here!'
The thought barely registered before he was moving. He ripped his hand from her chest and bolted, bolting for the door with a suddenness that made the massage table creak.
