So… real talk, King. Let’s get real,” I said, my voice already dropping a little lower, warmer, like I couldn’t help it.“Everyone wants to know the number. What’s your actual body count—on screen and off?”He leaned back into the wide hotel-suite couch, thighs falling open in that lazy, deliberate way men do when they know exactly what they’re showing off. Those soft grey sweatpants clung to him, doing nothing to hide the thick, heavy outline resting along his thigh—long, relaxed, but impossible to ignore. Shirtless, his abs shifted with every breath, the deep cuts catching the low light. His arms draped along the back of the couch, biceps flexing just enough to make my mouth water. God, I wanted those arms pinning me down. I wanted him inside me so badly it was starting to ache.His dark eyes stayed locked on mine, a slow, filthy grin pulling at his lips.“Um… lost count a long time ago, Lana,” he said, voice deep and unhurried, like he had all night. “On camera? Easy—couple hundre
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