Novel & Cerita Derrick Henry Body Fat

I’d hired Darius six weeks ago after a glowing recommendation: 29, Black, 6’4”, ex-line cook turned private chef with a culinary degree and a body that looked like it belonged on a Calvin Klein billboard. Dark chocolate skin stretched tight over slabs of muscle—broad shoulders, thick pecs dusted with a light trail of hair that arrowed down to a ridiculous eight-pack, arms like tree trunks, and thighs that could crush walnuts. He moved like liquid power in the kitchen, white chef’s coat unbuttoned at the top to show the deep cleft between his pecs, black pants hugging an obscene bulge that I tried, and failed, not to stare at.

He stared at it all, especially where a button threatened to pop at the top of the straining blouse. If he thought to intimidate, he'd have to do better. She took stock right back. A big man, his shoulders stretched wide while his arms were corded with muscles. Despite his infirmity, Derrick kept himself fit. According to the verbal summary she'd received, Derrick spent several hours a day working out, keeping his upper body in shape. As for his lower body?her gaze went to the legs that only massage kept from atrophying.

I say, laughing when he covers his face and groans there, "Why are you so insecure about your body, Henny? It's not bad." "Of course it's bad, have you seen the guys at the center? Like your dad, he's so fit..." "Now you've officially put me off the fucking mood," I interrupt him. Henry winces when he realizes, "Do something sexy now or I'm done with this shit." "Fuck, this might be a bad idea after all," he groans, "I forgot you're demanding. Also, there's nothing sexy about me, so... a girl just has to like me as I am. Unsexy. And find the attraction somewhere else."

I teased as I grazed his skin with my fingers, checking the muscles for any irregularities—which, of course, there were none. In fact, Eric’s leg was a perfect specimen. I knew that he had perfect form as a Griffith, of course, but… “I never noticed how powerful your quadriceps are,” I said thoughtfully as I worked. “Impressive, Eric.” Eric smirked and lifted his head just enough to look at me. “You think so?” “I know so.” I smacked at his quad with my fist and the skin barely budged. “You must have one of the lowest body fat percentages I’ve ever seen.”

I stopped at the mirror to admire my outfit and my toned hourglass figure, walked out the door and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. Henry, our personal chef, was already cooking breakfast and dad was sitting at the bar talking to him. Dad was not your typical 60-year-old guy. He was 6'4 and was still very physically active. He could still hang with my brothers when it came to working out in the gym or going down to the range to run drills. Everyone thought of him as intimidating because of his alpha personality, but to me, he was like one big ass teddy bear. Walking over to dad, I gave him a kiss on the cheek, “Good morning dad!”

My gaze followed the curve of his firm backside as he lowered into a squat. Focus, Kathrine. Stay focused. I forced my eyes back to the rowing machine's display, determined not to get distracted. Do NOT look at Henry. But of course, my eyes disobeyed. Henry’s body was different from Noah’s. Noah was built like a lifter, solid and powerful. Henry, on the other hand, had the body of a long-distance runner, lean, toned, and athletic without being bulky. His running stride was smooth, effortless, and even though he wasn’t moving fast, I could tell he was covering a serious distance on the treadmill.

"Don't be stupid, he's the Don of the Hale family! He might be carrying a gun!" Indignant, Damian peeled off his shirt, lifted his arms, and flexed his biceps. "So what? I work out every day, I've got muscle too!" I covered my mouth, giggling. Turned out there were eight-pack abs hidden under that baggy T-shirt. [is this the right character profile? how does a tech nerd have a body like this?] [ladies! I almost licked those abs right through my screen!] [sexy brain plus a sexy body, who's supposed to survive that?]

Derrick rummaged around in the cabinet we constructed and screwed into one of the walls for a moment before pulling out some body massage oil and another vial of oil that would soothe the inner walls of my aching dry pussy. "I should have done this last night, baby. I'm sorry," Derrick hung his head, clearly disappointed in himself. "One of those I should have known but didn't type things. I'm sorry, Emberly," Derreck climbed on the bed next to me and twisted the knob of the container. "Oh, shut up, Derrick. You put ointments on my ass, drew a bath for me, and fed me. I felt fine last night but not so much this morning. We need to start going to the gym, or we will regret it once Cross Count

"Back the hell off, Henry. You don't call the shots. I'm not scared of you." Henry laughed. He quirked an eyebrow, glancing over his shoulder at Derrick. "Well, Derrick, what do you think of that?" Derrick's eyes glazed over my body from head to toe, his smirk dancing on his lips. "I think it's very cute but no can do, sweetheart." Henry, taking this as his go-ahead, shoved me back into the brick wall. He dug his forearm into my throat causing me to wheeze as I tried to get air into my lungs.

he challenges. “It’s fucking delicious,” I say with a duh tone. “Derrick, you’re healthy – for the most part – you’re fit, and you look like a million bucks. You need to stop punishing your body by putting crap into it you don’t even like.” He gasps, “Did you just accuse me of being a bottom?” “Bitch, we both know you’re versatile,” I scoff, crossing my legs. His eyes zero in on my shoes and immediately widen in horror.