Christopher Cote Nude Novels & Stories

Margaret stretched slightly and called out toward the door. “What is it? Come in.” Click. The door swung open. Christopher stepped inside, causing Margaret to freeze for a moment. His hair was still damp, droplets of water trailing down his face and sliding over his broad, bare shoulders. And those droplets disappeared beneath the waistband of his gray sleep pants. His upper body was completely bare, revealing firm chest muscles and part of his sharply defined eight-pack abs, so masculine that Margaret’s mouth instantly went dry. The body hidden beneath those bandages was simply far too alluring.