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We exchanged glances and I looked away quickly, catching Harley staring between us, confused. “Um, do you know each other?” he asked. “I don’t. And that’s why I can’t have a man who behaves rashly in the same space with me,” I pointed out. Ethan shifted. “Same. She’s likely to kill me in my sleep.” I huffed. “That’s ridiculous.” He glanced down at me. I’d never hated my height more. “But not impossible, Miss Rivers.” He held my gaze a second longer, and I broke it by looking away.

Ethan stood shirtless at his window, gazing out over the city skyline. With his toned muscles and chiseled features, he was the epitome of physical perfection. The sweatpants he was wearing hung low on his hips, revealing a tantalizing strip of abdominal muscles. As he stared out the window lost in his thoughts, the door to his room suddenly opened and in stepped his maid, a middle-aged woman dressed in a traditional black and white uniform. Ethan turned to face her, his expression unreadable.

Ethan watched his eyes widen before opening the door widely and looking at Levi and Ethan completely baffled. “Levi?” Noel slowly looked at Ethan, “Ethan?” He blinked bewilderedly. Ethan could tell that he was a little nervous. “What are you both doing here?” Noel asked. Ethan couldn’t help but notice that Noel was standing shirtless in front of them. He only wore a pair of shorts – that too was hanging low. Ethan could see Noel’s tattoos and even his wound – covered with a bandage.

After meditating for a while, she went up to the bedroom. When she got there, he saw that Ethan just finished bathing. She sat on the bed and Ethan, who had a yellow towel around his chest removed the towel on purpose and gently cleaned his already dried body. He wanted Charlotte to see his admirable physique and the room was quiet. "Not that I don't want us to have s*x. But I have a condition." Ethan did not reply to her. He allowed many seconds to pass. He wanted Charlotte to examine what she had just said.

Tomorrow he might ask me to abort, when he does, I’m leaving him for good! He stood, feeling slightly sober, and began to unbutton his shirt with his eyes glued to her. ‘These damn bright lights!’ Rose said as she bit her bottom lip. She tried to look away but she felt hypnotized to the spot. Ethan had a smug look as his eighth park came into view. His body was so well built that Rose felt compelled to run her hands over that smooth body but she couldn’t. She knew he hated touching him. He removed all the clothes and walked butt naked into the shower, “Ouch!” His deep voice came and some bottles made a shattering sound making Rose rise to her feet and rush in to check on him,

"I want to see you and touch you." She quickly pulled his shirt off and took off his jeans and underwear. His cock wasn't huge, but it had girth. "Undress me," she said. "I want you to see and touch all of me." He unzipped her cheer skirt and let it fall to the floor. Then he tugged the tight cheer panties down her legs. Ethan gasped when he saw Sienna's bright red bush. He had never seen a naked woman for real. Only in magazines or p**n videos.

Her pussy were swollen and dripping white juicy that dampen his dick, it made that slapping and spurting sound as they fuck each other. " Reel I'm home!". Ethan couldn't take it anymore and yelled. "Oh shit", Reel said in a whisper. He was in the middle of releasing and he couldn't stop. The blonde girl fell on his chest as he let go of her boobs and reach out for the blanket. He grabbed it and used it to cover their naked bodies. " Can't you knock!?", Reel asked and it sounded like a moan. "Have you forgotten this is my room?", Ethan asked angrily.

Everything about it was quieter and more human than I had expected and I was in the middle of being surprised by that when my eyes moved further into the room and my brain stopped producing organized thoughts entirely. My jaw dropped. I am not going to pretend it didn't because it absolutely did and there was nothing I could have done to stop it happening. Ethan was shirtless. He was sitting in an armchair with the particular ease of a man completely comfortable in his own space and his own skin, legs stretched out manspreading, and every piece of him that I could see was…I didn't have a word that was adequate. Well sculpted was not adequate. His arms, his chest, his stomach, the line of his

Magnetic. Ethan’s chest was bare, broad and cut with muscle, every line of him defined by function more than vanity. His shoulders were wide, tapering down to a tight waist, his carved abs flexing as he moved. A faint trail of dark hair led down from his navel, disappearing beneath the waistband of his boxers like a secret invitation. It was the hottest thing Milo had ever seen. He ached. "Don’t worry," Ethan added, casual, almost amused. "I’ll wear her out before she can expect a proper three-way. Worst-case? She might want to suck your dick."

Ethan said still barging his hand on the door. “You can’t come inside now, she’s fûcking naked” Nate replied and quickly push her to the bathroom. “Why did he care if she’s naked or not? He has never care about any woman nakedness before, is it what I am thinking?” Ethan asked hiself and left out a smile.