The Mafia Boss Is After My Life
Because Ethan was already in the pool.
And even though she'd seen him shirtless before, the sight of him now made her mouth go completely dry. Ethan was leaning against the edge of the pool, his arms resting on the ledge, water droplets sliding down his tanned, sculpted chest. His dark hair was wet, pushed back from his face, making his sharp jawline even more prominent. His chest rose and fell with each breath, water glistening on his perfect abs, those six distinct ridges she'd seen before but somehow looked even more defined now, wet and catching the sunlight.
The spider tattoo on his right chest, just below his collarbone, looked even more striking against his wet skin. The dragon on his
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