He turns so I’m resting against a wall, my body pinned there with his hips. He rips his shirt over his head and throws it on the floor. I immediately reach for his chest, run my hands along the warm, taut skin sprinkled with springy hair. My thumbs and fingers close over his flat nipples, and I laugh when his thick muscles jump. “You look so scrumptious naked. It’s too bad you can’t argue in court topless. You could get whatever verdict you wanted if the jury were women.” “That’s called an unfair advantage.” His nose brushes against mine, tilting my head up. “Besides, the only woman I want
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