"What can I do to help?" Jay lifted his shirt to wipe his face, the move revealing yards of his delicious abdomen. If I lick him that means I own him, right? "Nothing. Sit over there and let the men flex for you." I started to protest but stopped when Jay leaned in to kiss my forehead. "I appreciate your offer but I don't want you getting your outfit dirty." He leaned in until his lips were in line with my ear. "I want it in perfect condition for when I tear it from you later."
