A Gay Cowboy’s After-Hours Guide to the Metropolitan Museum
<p>Jimmy,” he growled sexily. “Touch it.”</p>
<p>My eyes traced the ethereal shaft of Delft light filtering through the open window, rendering the skin luminous as if glowing from within. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I wiped my palms on my trousers and extended an arm. A flush of heat surged through me, moisture gathering under my arms and beading on my upper lip.</p>
<p>I hesitantly touched the skin with a single finger and instantly pulled back as if jolted by electricity. My breath snagged in my throat, and a rush of blood to my head left me dizzy and gasping, momentarily frozen in disoriented breathlessness.</p>
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