The Billion Dollar Sitter (20 page)

I nodded.

"How about this?" He started to undo his shirt in front of me. Curtis Haines always had cameras on him, and he maintained his body as such. Button by button, I saw the results, his bare chest appearing to me. The shirt fell away, showing me his chest entirely. Hairless, firm, it was a wonderful thing to look at. "Or maybe this?"

Curtis grabbed my hand, and guided it to the top of his chest. He glided it down his flesh. Under my fingers, his muscles felt so wonderful. Like I could sit here and pet his chest for hours and be just fine with that. Worse, I started to feel things down between my legs. Things that God always told me not to mention in polite company.

He wasn't done. Leaving my hand on his chest to do as I pleased, he raised his hand to my bare arm. He ran his strong fingers up my arm toward my shoulder. I felt my body tremble. I never expected to feel this way from a man touching me. Perhaps this was nothing more than anticipation of what was to come?

Over to my neck, he massaged my tight muscles. So much tension had built up inside of me over the day. The anxiety that I was doing all of this. It felt like it didn't matter as much as he worked out those knots in my neck. I forgot about it entirely as he placed another open mouthed kiss on my lips.

What have I been doing with my life? I'd been depriving myself of this for so long.

No. The temptations of the flesh are strong. But you aren't doing this because you're giving in. You're doing it for a good cause.