And all three women were already bathing on the other side…soapy and naked…

He averted his eyes quickly, catching only the barest glimpse of glistening skin, tanned arms, and sudsy hair.

“We won’t look if you won’t,” Sherri called out as Axel plowed into Griffin from behind, obviously gobsmacked by their shower mates.

Griffin grunted. “Watch it, Axe.”

“I am watching.” Axel breathed in awe. “Day-umm. I’m gonna like having girls in the SEALs.”

Using his open palm, Trevor smacked Axe on the back of the head. “Don’t stare like an uncouth lout. Be a gentleman, for fuck’s sake.”

Griffin moved to the far showerhead and turned on the water. Right across that wall, Sherri Tate was buck naked, covered in slippery suds, with rivulets of water coursing down her body. What did her breasts look like, freed from a running bra mashing them down? He already knew her legs were a mile long, sleek and smooth. Did she have tan lines? If so, where?

It would be so easy to peek over that wall. Hell, to walk around it. To draw her slender body against his, loop her leg over his hip, and bury himself in her heat while the water pounded down on them—

Whoa there, soldier!

He was no fan of the idea of women SEALs, but he had to at least try to be professional about it. Which meant the hard-on throbbing painfully between his legs was probably not appropriate. At all.

If he’d had a shower stall to himself, he would have taken care of the problem. But no way was he jerking off in front of Axel and Trevor, let alone where Sherri could overhear him or, heaven forbid, watch him do it.

Crap. The idea of her watching him jerk off made him even harder.

“Do you guys have soap and razors over there?” Sherri called. “We’ll share if you need some.”

Oh, he needed some, all right. Griffin choked a little. “They’re standard in our go-bags.”

“That was a fun jog, wasn’t it?” Sherri commented. “It felt good to get out and stretch my legs.”

Lily and Anna agreed readily. The short, blond one, Lily, said, “After lunch, we should do some yoga. Limber up a little.”

Aww, hell. Now he was picturing Sherri making like a pretzel. The kinky possibilities were endless. At the next showerhead, Trevor groaned under his breath. Griffin knew the feeling. At least he wasn’t the only one struggling to keep his mind on business.

He tilted his head back to rinse the shampoo out of his hair, and the suds slipped down his body like Sherri’s hands would, soft and quick. His erection leaped and throbbed, jutting out from his groin uncontrollably.

Fuckety fuck fuck.