Book 2: Chapter 21

Curiosity got the best of me when I heard odd rustling in the kitchen. On my tippy toes, almost like a teenager trying to sneak out of the house, I walked quickly and quietly into the room to find Jack padding around barefooted and deliciously shirtless still. Speechless, I allowed my hungry eyes to devour his chest and back now that I finally had the chance to see it in more detail.

His hair hung like a dark, damp halo around his head. I wondered if he ever managed to tame it or if it was always a wild mess that begged a woman to run her hands through it. Every muscle on his body was well defined; evidence of a man who knew how to work hard and, from what I have heard, play harder. His waist cut in and then gave way to a nicely rounded ass that made me think of digging my heels into it as he was pounding into me.

In my pursuit of this decadent piece of eye candy, my attention became snagged on a small tattoo situated right between his shoulder blades.

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