Alpha Lorenzo
Our eyes met, and Lorenzo was already sunk into the jacuzzi.
His strong, defined torso rose above the foam and warm water.
My eyes devoured his sexy tattoos, every flex of those hard muscles, following that trail down to his groin where the shadow of the biggest prize was already rising under the surface.
“I’m glad you like what you’re about to eat,” he said shamelessly, in that wolfish tone that made my nipples tighten even more.
He smiled sideways with that cocky ease I didn’t know he had, but he kept showing me more and more.