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Zeus

There were three rules I always followed.

Never leave the house without my 35---also known as my gun. Never fall for wet, innocent temptation.

And never put myself in a position I knew I couldn't get out of.

I had more enemies than the President himself and I'd only survive this long by following those simple three rules. I'd never been tempted to break them---up until this little dolcezza came along, stirring something.

The 'stay away' conclusions I'd come with everytime, always somehow ended up surrounded by her sweet divine body. It was as if she was deliberately luring me in because she knew how fucking sexy she looked, no matter what.

Rosella Dankworth, ofcourse. So fucking wet.

The way she stood in the pool dripping wet to the concrete while staring at me with those brown doey eyes and her sweet expression. Her long, wet hair and a towel covered body you'd see on a porn show. The way her hot tongue licked my thumb which was deeply embedded in her mouth, the way she...Jesus,