That’s my fantasy. In the flesh." Becca’s gaze glided across the man’s broad shoulders to his open shirt, revealing a solid chest and sinfully tight abs. "Mmm. In the flesh is right." Sylvia grinned. "At least he will be soon." He pivoted his pelvis, and teased the eighteen women in Becca’s living room by unfastening the button on his tight black pants. He strutted to Celia, the bride-to-be, with a big smile on his face, gyrated his hips, then slid his fingers to the tab of his zipper and tugged it down a little. Lucky Celia sat front and center, while Becca sat on a foldout chair behind the couch along with Jan, Sylvia and Kalie. Heat thrummed through her at the thought that she would soon see Cal’s undoubtedly long, thick, and probably extremely hard cock. She drew in a deep breath as he lowered the zipper even more. God, she’d been thinking dirty thoughts about this sexy, gorgeous man—Cal—ever since she’d hired him for Celia’s bachelorette party. Becca noticed Jan’s cheeks flushing pink as his zipper parted, revealing a trail of dark hair from his navel to the band of his black briefs.
