If I’d thought Easton was good looking dressed in his cowboy getup, this shirtless state with low-hanging Levi’s was going to be the death of me. How was this fair? I couldn’t think straight with those hard planes of carved muscles staring back at me. “No sleeping with the client,” I reminded myself. “Jerk off to the image later. He never has to know. Fuck me. This is so unfair.”
