How To Love A Billionaire
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Drooled Giorgio undoing his jeans and shucking them to the floor,
‘Was zum Teufel machst du da?‘ [What the fuck are you doing?]
Jan growled at him as he kicked off his boots and stepped out of them, both men were already shirtless, they had removed them when the sun had made them stick to their backs. Giorgio headed toward the spot where Trina had left her stuff wearing just his Calvin Klein black boxers, both the gardeners looked good, working outside all day had given them toned fit bodies. Giorgio was a little over six feet one, with a six-pack most men would die for, long tanned legs, dark floppy blonde hair and cyan blue eyes. Jan was six feet three, with the same muscled torso, long
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