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Maybe some warm milk will do the trick

Lost in hts, I make my way to the kitchen As I turn the corner, I bump into a hard chest

Gasping, I stu hands clasp my upper arms to steady me Off balance, I stare at the naked chest atof dark hair covers powerful pecs Broad shoulders and well-cut muscles look as if they were carved from stone Paja the deep lines of abs angling down to the groin A thicker triangle of hair showing just above the elastic hints at what lies below the thin cotton of the pants The fabrica perfect outline of its iroove that runs around the head

Tearing aze from the sculpted body in front of me, I finallyin his blue irises, but his features are schooled

“Alex,” I say, cringing inwardly at how breathless my voice sounds

He raises a brow “Looking for so?”

I wetto warm up some milk”

A hint of sy?”

“Like you, it seems”

Crossing his arms, he takes a wide stance “I need a workout I was just on ym”

He’s occupying all the space in the hallway, blocking my path My pulse spikes, partly in anticipation and partly with a need to flee My body is interpreting our positions as those of a hunter and his prey, and it likes the idea a little too ht to the juncture of s

“I’ll just…” Sing, I point toward the kitchen

“Do you want et that?”

I blink, struggling to focus through the fog of desire that’s invaded my senses “W-what?”

Lustful intent narrows his eyes In a low voice, he asks, “Would you likeit to the room”

“Oh, no” My reply is rushed “I’ll just, uether “Do you want some?” When the icy blue of his eyes darkens a shade, I add hastily, “Milk Do you want some milk?”