“What did I do?” she said innocently, pausing outside the women’s shower room as she batted her eyes at me. Okay, she was blatantly asking for it now. I stepped closer to her, crowding her, pressing her back against the wall. Her eyes were bright, the scent of her sweat downright intoxicating. I wanted to take her like that, taste the salt on her skin…

“If you’re going to try to turn me on, then you’d better be prepared to do something about it,” I said. She tensed with anticipation, holding her breath for a moment…but I stepped away and headed into the showers.

Just in time to see Alex getting into one of the stalls.

I waited until he’d flicked the lock to “occupied” before I stripped down. My dick was at half-mast and the moment I allowed myself to think of Jess showering on the other side of this wall, I was rigidly hard.

There was a soft sound as I shoved my things into a locker for safekeeping during my shower. I glanced toward the door and stilled when I realized it was Jess who had come in. She no longer had her bag, and she looked around curiously before her eyes fell on me, standing there entirely naked and erect.

She grinned. “Wow. You weren’t kidding about being turned on.” Suddenly realizing we weren’t alone, her eyes darted toward the one occupied shower stall, and she mouthed, Who’s in there?

Alex, I mouthed back in silence. She wandered further into the locker room, taking her time as she made her way over to me.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

She stopped in front of me and reached out, tracing her fingers slowly across the tattoos on my chest.

“You said I should be prepared to do something about turning you on,” she said, the fake innocence in her voice driving me wild. “So here I am. Prepared to do something about it.”

Oh, hell fucking yes. I looked around, spotting a wet floor sign leaning against the wall nearby.

“Put that outside the door and close it,” I said. She complied, moving quickly to put the sign right outside the locker room. It wouldn’t buy us much time, but I could work fast.

I only needed a few minutes.

When she returned, I was wedging a rubber doorstop I’d found under Alex’s door. I didn’t know how long it would keep him in there, but I figured it would buy us enough time before he broke out by sheer brute force.