Ivy knew she was gaping but she couldn’t help it. He was so… beautiful. Handsome, strong features and smooth, tanned skin. Dark, nearly black hair that matched his dark eyes. He looked like a high powered executive at the end of the day—his deep silver button down open at the collar to expose the hollow of his throat, and his sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He painted a gorgeous picture, but what numbed Ivy’s brain was the sensual edge to every motion his lean, muscular body made. He radiated something potent her primordial instincts classified as both ‘sexual’ and ‘dangerous’. Oh, shit. She
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