““So when my finger brushed along downy hair along soft skin, I sucked in a breath. I’d run my hand down those ribs, I’d counted them, then followed that trail of hair down… “Well, Beau Baby? Stumped?” He was trying to throw me off, make me nervous. Fluster me. But Beau Starr didn’t get flustered. Not on camera. “That’s your treasure trail, Zane baby.” I lifted the blindfold too soon, because all I got was an eyeful of Zane’s crotch. He quickly sat down, but not before I saw the thickening bulge in his pants. He””
