Fiancée for Real

UGO

Hollis turned his bare back to me. The strong back was crisscrossed with scars. Old scars faded to nearly his skin tone with age. What the hell had happened to him?

There was a tattoo on his upper arm that I spotted as he started to turn back to face me, but I couldn’t quite make out what it was. Then, well, there was the whole front of him to see. I knew he was strongly built, but I don’t think I was fully prepared for just how well-built he was under that black suit of his. This was my first ever time to have a slow, up-close, and careful look at his body.

Taking it all in. He had a lean build, but his six-pack brick steel body was something that could make any woman cry for joy. And the best part of it is his Adonis belt, the only feature I see in a man and I'll desire to eat ice cream off his body. That deeply etched V that disappears into the waistband of his pants was the kind of thing that graced the covers of men’s fitness magazines.

I didn’t want to be impressed by his