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I had to ring the doorbell several tilea with sweat It would have taken inhuman willpower not to drink in every inch of his muscled, tatted up body

And I was hu out by the no shirt, athletic shorts, and running shoes he earing

He’d always been in incredible shape, but this new, disciplined version of him had taken it to a whole new level He’d taken all of that antsy energy that he’d once used alcohol to mellow out, and applied it to a workout routine of epic, addictive proportions

And I was addicted to the results

His shorts hung low and his sweaty, cut to within an inch of its life, pelvic V ue

I knehat I wanted first It was all I could do to keep fro down on him on his doorstep

Iit down his slick chest He didn’t so much as twitch

That should have been

But I was blinded by all of that gloriously bared flesh, oblivious to all but the physical

"You’re early," he panted

"You changed myrowing through his fluid shorts

I wasn’t even going to let him shower before I wrapped my lips around his spectacular cock

He turned abruptly, striding back into his house, leavingthe door behindit I toed off my shoes in the entryway, and unbuttoned my dress I pulled it over my head and threw it behind h two roo it behindroom

I was completely nude by the tio upstairs," I told him huskily

He rounded on me, took in my state, and set his jaw

"Who were you out with this afternoon, Danika?" he askedI’d kept my dress on

I didn’t kno to answer, and the first thing out ofI could have said "Who told you?"