Water streamed over his broad shoulders, the expanse shifting as he raised his arms, suds coating his biceps–each flex a showcase of his new strength, the muscle bulging under smooth skin, veins threading faintly beneath like a roadmap of power. I mean it.”

Ken grinned,Sperm a mischievous edge creeping in. “Fucking hell,” she rasped, her strokes steady, her slim hips rocking, her eyes tracing every flex. She propped herself up on one elbow, her bicep–his bicep–flexing slightly under the motion, and stared down at him.