The Coochie Diaries
Chloe's breath hitched.
Leo.
Marcus's best friend from college, the wildcard, the one who'd always looked at her with a heat that made her cheeks flush. He was the opposite of Marcus, sun-streaked hair, a careless stubble, eyes the color of stormy seas, and a body built from rock climbing and manual labor, not a gym.
"Hope I'm not interrupting," Leo said, his voice a low rasp that seemed to vibrate right through Chloe. His gaze didn't go to Marcus; it locked onto her, traveling from her bare feet, up her legs, to where her robe gaped open.
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