Illicit Obsession. Part 2
Chrissy's POV
Where could he be? Of course, this place is enormous, so the answer is “anywhere.” He could be in his home office, the master bedroom, the gym, or his private library. I rarely see Brad downstairs, except for when he’s on his way back in from swimming laps in the pool outside. The sight always makes me go weak in the knees because the alpha male is gorgeous.
Water clings to his spectacularly sculpted body, running down that bronzed form in rivulets. He’s usually got a towel draped around his waist, but the thick terry doesn’t hide his sculpted thighs, nor the massive member beneath his shorts.
God I’d love to get a look at that fire hose. I’m sure it’s so big that I’d choke on it, or scream when it makes an entrance. But what am I thinking? These daydreams are just the fantasies of a young girl.
Still, even if Brad and I don’t cross paths that often, there are usually tell-tale signs of his presence. A cleared throat, a slammed
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