“It’s nice to meet you,” Hunter said to Hardin, holding out his hand. He was as attractive in person as he was in his videos, positively crushing the tall, dark, and handsome vibe with his black hair and tan skin. His thick lashes framed eyes a person could lose themselves in as they tried to name the mix of colors they held. Objectively speaking, he was smoking hot. Hunter had figured if they ever met, it’d be a Herculean effort not to immediately climb Hardin like a very wolfy tree. But standing in front of him now, Hunter didn’t feel remotely that way. Sure, Hardin was hot. Richard was
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