When his hands began to pull his pants down, she found her gaze riveted on his crotch. He didn't cock tease her, didn't give her a show like he had with his shirt. Instead he let them drop to his ankles then stepped out of them. Lucy stared at him with disappointment. His legs were sexy enough, but what she wanted to see was still tucked safely away in the boxers he wore. She could see his need, but none of the details.
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