I suddenly caught a glimpse of his back muscles as they flexed with his bicep. Michael folded his shirt to set it neatly on the bed and I looked away. I chewed on my bottom lip and stole glances as he undid his jeans and slipped them down, stepping out of his shoes and socks. My gaze ran up his sculpted legs as he yanked his jeans off to neatly fold them and set them on top of his shirt. His ass was even perfect in his tight black boxers. I shook off the thought as I looked away, chewing on her fingertips. My cheeks felt hot, and I was suddenly shocked by how much warmer the room had become around me. My heart was racing in my chest and all I wanted to do was make it stop. I didn't want to feel this way about any man, especially one that had paid for me. It felt wrong like I was losing my
