Gina
He grinned, reaching behind his neck and pulling it over his head. I nearly passed out. My breath left my body in a whoosh and I ran my fingers between his pecs, then scraped a n****e with my fingertip. “Holy s**t,” I breathed out. “I’ve only seen a body like yours in anatomy books.”
“Makes sense. I modeled for them.”
I couldn’t stop a chuckle as I met his eyes. “How old are you?”
“Thirty-two. Next month.”
I swallowed. Well, it was more of a gulp. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?”
I shook my head. “Nothing. It’s all good.”
Except you’re about to f**k an old lady.
But, no biggie. I’d only been with three men in my life, all of whom were older than me, and one had just become my ex-husband. But Clutch was a child. Four years younger than me. Jesus. I hoped he didn’t notice all the squis
