Julius' POV

I should walk away.

Turn around, go back upstairs, lock my door, and pretend I never heard that breathy “Yes, sir” that’s still replaying in my head like a broken record.

But my feet are nailed to the floor.

My cock is already half-hard again, throbbing against the zipper of my jeans like it’s trying to claw its way out. I press the heel of my hand against it, just to feel something real instead of this burning hot desire.

It doesn’t help. If anything, it makes ...