12
Cady
It was almost midnight by the time that Jett finally came, shouting my name. We both collapsed where we were, me on top of him, both of us breathing hard. I like this position that we’re in; it lets me feel all the raw power of the man below me.
Right now he’s as relaxed as likely he ever will be, but I can still feel his abs and pecs… and probably a thousand other muscles for which I don’t know the name. I turn my face to lay it flat against his muscular, sweat-slicked chest.
I can hear the insistent tha-thump tha-thump tha-thump of his heart, and the sound of him inhaling and exhaling. It’s so rhythmic and lulling, it makes my eyelids heavy. I want to close my eyes and fall asleep as I listen to it.
Lazily, I wonder what kind of gym routine he does to keep in shape. His arms
