This is taken from a soon to be re-released book called An Acquired Taste, a very naughty story about a widow and the man she hires.
He was there. His mouth hung open. One hand held the shovel, the other was on his crotch. The front of his joggers tented toward her, held by his tight grip. It took him a moment to realize she'd caught him. When he did, he blushed beet-red and turned away.
If I've got you interested, please check out eXtasy Books on September 1 where you'll be able to purchase this book and others I have listed with them.