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A perfect society. A terrible secret. Defy the Protectorate.
“Let me see you, Ben.”
Without a word he loosened the knot in the towel and let it fall.
He reminded her of a da Vinci nude she’d once seen, every muscle developed without unnecessary bulk and giving the impression of restrained power. His chest was the same from her memories at the pool, beautifully shaped pads of pectoral muscle and shoulders ending in curved deltoids that she wanted to grip. The same light scattering of blond chest hair narrowed to a trail that led down over trim abs to his navel and beyond.
He laughed softly. “You should see your face. You look like all your birthdays and Christmases came at once.”

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