Paxton’s back flexed and flickered as he stretched his arms above his head. I watched, enraptured, tracing my eyes down the dip between his lats to the dimples that flickered at the top of his waistline. God. His ass was glorious. Thick, muscled. Not an ounce of fat in sight. His tattoos were entrancing, nature scenes that spanned his lovely skin like his body was a museum. The muscle though…fuck. It was beautiful. I figured it must come from his job. He was thick. Capable. With curly, nearly red, chest hair that danced between the massive swell of his delicious pecs. God. I wanted to bite
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