Novel & Cerita Jules Bond Nude

wasn't optional, so I was stuck standing in the corner of the living room, nursing a red plastic cup and watching the door. And then Jules walked in, and my brain completely short-circuited. He wasn’t wearing his usual oversized hoodies or team gear. Instead, he was dressed in a pair of black, skin-tight jeans that hugged every line of his legs, and a sheer, dark mesh top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. You could see the lean, toned lines of his stomach and the faint dusting of hair on his chest through the fabric. He looked dangerous, he looked edible, and he knew exactly what he was doing. I gripped my plastic cup so hard the rim dug into my palm, telling myself to look aw