In the living room, Ezekiel stood with his back to the door. He was casually drying his damp hair with a towel.The soft, luminous light fell over his flawless skin. Water trickled from his neck, gliding smoothly over his shoulder blades.As he stretched, they followed the rising and falling curves of his back. They soon merged into a single stream, slipping into the bath towel loosely wrapped around his waist.His skin was smooth and pale, shining like the finest porcelain. At the same time, the taut, sculpted lines of his muscles gave him a rugged allure. Every pore of his skin seemed to hum with an irresistible sensuality.In Winter's relentlessly tech-driven mind, all men resembled machines.Joshua functioned like the delicate mechanism of a watch. He was controlled, exact, and impeccably precise.Ezekiel, in contrast, was a powerhouse of surging hormones.Winter didn't consider herself a lustful woman. In all her years, she had never even hired a male escort.Still, Ezekie
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