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"I was sure, any second, he’d roll me off of him. My heart was thundering in my chest, and I could feel his cock—which was definitely getting harder by the second—against my inner thigh.

My breasts were now fully pressed against his chest, and I was right.

He had chest hair. Quite a bit of it, actually.


The way his chest hair gathered on his muscular, defined pectorals, then funneled down his chest in a sort of triangle shape to puddle in a skinny pool along the length of his abs.

Abs.

Plural.

Steel was in his fifties, that I’d been able to ascertain.

I didn’t know his exact age, but I knew for a fact that any man would be lucky to have the body that Steel did at his age.

He was goddamn gorgeous.

I also knew that he liked to eat h"