I glanced over and nearly rolled off my bed. His back was… majestic. Holy shit. Muscular and ripped, broad shoulders, with those two little dips of muscle that pointed down toward his ass. There was even a row of light brown freckles making a constellation between his shoulder blades. Then he turned around, and it was truly game over. I needed the Jaws of Life to pry my eyes off his perfect six-pack and firm chest. His dark little happy trail seared itself into my brain. I heard him unzip his shorts and drop them to the floor. It was like Pavlov’s dog, except instead of being conditioned to
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