Chapter 320

I follow him into the stables and watch as he takes off his wet T-shirt and starts to take the saddle off Jasper. The way he is moving in those frigging skin-tight orgasmic cream riding pants with his skin dripping sweat is calling to my libido on a level that I totally understand. I sit still, watching my very own private stripper dream show. This scene should totally be in the next Magic Mike movie. As he moves his arms above his head as he tends to his horse, every muscle is rippling on his back and I can see the muscles in his buttocks and thighs flex as he twists and turns. My eyes drop to my name written down the length of his body and I start to feel a familiar pulse between my legs as desire fills me. I want this man. I walk over to him.
“Joshua,” I whisper.
“Hmm,” he replies as he continues to brush his horse.