Hudson catches sight of my raging hard-on. “Fuck yes. He’s back. Okay, so just start off like you’ve been at it for a while. Jemma, mist him would you? He needs to look sweaty.” Jemma trots over with a smirk, holds a spray bottle out in front of her and squirts me right in the fucking face like I’m a damn cat. Three squirts. And I flinch every single time.
