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their torsos. She'd even seen this man without his shirt on. But never like this. |
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The muscles in his chest and arms were sleek and defined, even more so with the sheen of perspiration upon them. Most of the chests D.J. had perused were bulked up, over-pumped, weight-room specials. McCall's lean build appealed to her, as did the springy black hair curling across his chest. His nipples, flat and brown, peaked from the hair and beckoned for her to put her mouth |
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"What?" She shook her head and sent the fantasy to the far corners of her mindwith all the others. "I'm sorry. You were saying?" |
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McCall frowned. "Did you take a pain pill? You seem kind of dopey." |
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"Me? Dopey? No, I've always been partial to Bashful myself. He's nice and quiet. Kind of shy. Nothing like me at all. But today I'd have to say I'm Grumpy." |
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"I see." His brow creased into a concerned frown. "Maybe you should lie down, D.J." McCall walked into the room, still holding the cold cloth on his hand. He stopped next to her and reached out to push her onto the sofa. Instead, she grabbed his hand and yanked off the cloth. |
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Shiny red blisters graced his palm. "Ouch," she said. |
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"Yeah. Ouch." He tugged on his hand, but D.J. didn't let go. His brow creased in confusion, but he didn't pull away again. "I didn't realize I'd overdone it until I stopped for a minute. IahI had a lot of energy to work off this morning. I worke up early |
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