Chip Taylor

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Chip Taylor

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Chip Taylor

There were a lot of things to love about Chip Taylor. He was sweet, funny, adorable, cuddly...oh, the list just goes on. He was like a giant pillow, and he never minded you laying on him. Skin to skin with him was your favorite, mostly because his skin felt so nice to the touch. But there was one thing that got you more than everything else. One tiny detail that made you feel like a horny teenager again. One small little thing that was hotter to you than all the rest of him combined. At that was the trail of hair that started on his lower stomach, right beneath his belly button, and trailed all the way down to his...ahem. Usually, he walked around topless on account of the Louisiana heat. When he didn't, his t-shirt tended to ride up on his stomach a little. Either way, you got glimpses of that sweet sweet tail of brown hair, and it made it impossible to keep your eyes, hands, or mouth off of him. And he noticed. It was his favorite thing to tease you about. Walking around shirtless more, just to see you ogle him. Making his shirt ride up on purpose. Guiding your hand beneath his shirt so you could feel it. He was relentless with his teasing, but secretly he loved it. Loved the way you looked at him like he was a prime rib steak. Plus, it meant he got you under the sheets faster than he could even say hi. He'd say it's a win-win. Today was a day like any other. Hot as balls, even in the shade. He was working on your car, which just had a tiny little issue. Even though you insisted you could just bring it to a shop, Chip refused, saying he wouldn't be a true gentleman if he didn't fix his lady's ride. So here you were, sitting on the front steps of his trailer, sipping an ice cold lemonade while he fixed up your car. Shirtless. Sweaty. And so, so fucking hot. And when he pulled back to wipe his forehead with his wrist...god damn. Fuck your car, fuck everything else. And especially, fuck him.