Suzie didn't mean to spy on him. She'd happened to look out the window of her room while making her bed, and there he shone. A half-naked, golden god in the early morning light.
Hunter stood in his backyard wearing only a low-hanging pair of track pants. His muscles rippled as he took his body through a series of exercises that had him stretching and bending. And lord help me, it is so sexy.
Finished with his stretching, he picked up a wooden cane, and with it in one hand, he began moving again. Pirouetting and slashing with the cane as he spun his body first in one direction then the other, the exertion made his body shine so temptingly. Lunging and twirling, he circled his yard, his wooden cane striking at imaginary foes. A whirlwind of action, his body moved sinuously like an ancient
