It was not yet fully hard but already obscene in its size: thick, veined, the head flushed a deep dusky pink.
Even soft it looked… impossible.
The kind of thing that belonged in hushed locker-room stories, not standing naked and unapologetic in front of the woman who signed every order on the base.
"It's huge!"June's mind screamed again, the thought ricocheting wildly behind her eyes.
Jesus Christ, it's actually bigger than I imagined. How is that even—how is he—*
She forced her gaze back to his face, but it was too late. He'd seen it. The way her throat worked.
The way her fingers flexed at her sides as though she was fighting the urge to reach out.
Ross took another slow step closer.
"Still think you're in charge here, Commander?" he murmured, voice velvet over steel.
June lifted her chin, defiant even as color climbed high on her cheekbones.
