Prince Charming's one-night stand
He instinctively went after her, split second later, but was pushed back by some unfamiliar faces in the bar.
For starters, Mario was a six-foot-five, broad shouldered, well-chiseled slithering god.
Slithering was Jack's way of qualifying him, because for one, he always had a way with women, plus he had some sexual appeal to his person, more than his best friend ever would.
"Slithering." Mario chuckled again, savoring the sound of the words in his dirty, gorgeous head.
His smile soon disappeared as he watched the girl swing her finger again in his direction. No one had ever called him 'a dirty big thing' until now.
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