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Solenne

"Show us what you've got, Vincent! " I shouted at my incredibly attractive boyfriend who was about to show more skin. He decided to crash my friend's bridal shower, and now he's facing the consequences. However, the cheeky grin on his face suggests he's getting a kick out of this. 

My hazel eyes darkened as I bit my lip. Wow! He is incredibly hot and undeniably mine. Vincent stands nearly six feet tall, with a body packed with muscles. He's not overly bulky, but definitely fit, sporting a nice six-pack. With a swift motion, he tore his shirt off and tossed it in the air.

 "Is this what you like, baby? " he teased, continuing his Magic Mike routine alongside three other "cops" who were also stripping. 

"Hmm, you could use some oil, baby. " I tossed him a small bottle shaped like a penis, and he chuckled. 

"Seriously? " His eyes sparkled with amusement at the bottle's shape. Then his gaze locked onto mine, and it felt like everyone else vanished from the room. That was how it was with Vincent. Time seemed to freeze, and nobody existed when I was captivated by his beautiful blue eyes. He casually walked over to me while unbuckling his belt. Standing right above me, firmly seated in a chair, he slid down his pants, knelt at my feet, and handed me the bottle. "Could you do me a favor? I need to be nicely oiled up for my girlfriend. "

 "Well, I'm more than happy to help another woman out. " I took the bottle, squeezing it to release some liquid. Rubbing my hands together to warm it up, I couldn't help but admire this handsome man's body. I let my hands glide over his defined chest, down his taut abdomen, and teasingly lingered near his boxers. 

"Do you think your girlfriend would be okay with this amount, or do you need more? " I said in a sultry tone that carried above the upbeat dance music and the women shouting for the "cops" to "strip. " 

"I believe she'd prefer my entire body. " His voice was deep, filled with desire as he glanced at his package. Suddenly, I burst out laughing, noticing the sizable bulge in his boxers. What were we doing? "Wow! I've never gotten such a strong reaction from a woman before. "

 He pretended to be embarrassed, cupping himself. "Please, you know you're unbelievably sexy, but I don't need all my friends to witness every inch of you. Get dressed, weirdo, and take me to bed. " With a grin, he stood up, aligning his impressive bulge near my face. His fingers danced over his boxers, hinting at what I desperately wanted. 

"Shouldn't I get undressed first, then take you to bed? " All I could do was bite my lip, gazing at this stunning man. I quickly got up and pulled him in for a kiss. Instantly, his hands were running down my back, drawing my body closer to him. The fabric of my snug blue dress was thin, and I knew he could feel my hard nipples pressing against him. This man drove me wild. "Let's get out of here," he whispered against my lips. 

"Wouldn't your girlfriend mind? " I teased. He plunged his tongue into my mouth with a growl. He enjoyed my playful banter just as I loved his relaxed demeanor. His hands found my backside, squeezing it tightly, and I couldn't help but moan, not caring who heard me. He lifted me up, and my legs wrapped around him. I desperately wanted him right then. Would it be wrong to sneak away to the bathroom? I had never been intimate in a public place before, but this man had my thoughts spiraling, erasing any sense of decency I had left. "God, I want you," he groaned before diving back in for another kiss. 

"Then take me, baby. I'm all yours. " He hesitated for a moment, then pulled back. I found myself perched on the bar top, still in his embrace. The intensity in his gaze left me uncertain about what he was thinking. "You belong to me! " he declared with such authority that I knew despite my earlier declaration, he wouldn't have it any other way. His hand cupped my face, his thumb brushing lightly over my lips. 

"Vincent? Are you going to take me home? " I asked shyly, caught in his deep stare. 

"Absolutely! " He leaned in again, kissing me slowly. Our lips moved in harmony, and our tongues danced a sensual waltz, savoring the feelings we were sharing at that moment. Oh no! I'm falling for this man. This wasn't supposed to happen. We were just having fun between exams and midterms. How did we get to this point, sharing a kiss as if no one else existed?

 "No more games! " a loud, commanding voice interrupted. Six tall men in black suits entered the room. The music halted, and everyone froze. Behind Vincent stood an older man with light brown hair and dark eyes. His presence radiated power, dominating everything around him. My eyes shifted to the imposing figure next to him—a ruggedly handsome man with a sculpted face, icy blue eyes, and thin red lips. He was stunning yet utterly intimidating. Whoever these men were, they were not to be trifled with.