Dark, silky-smooth hair framed an arrogant face. A proud nose sat between finely chiseled cheekbones, which whispered of aristocratic lineage. The dusting of a five o’clock shadow kissed his jawline, and his full, lush lips promised to deliver every filthy fantasy I’d ever held in my dreams. He was taller than me by a good foot, and he wore a crisp, clean dress shirt that did little to conceal the sinewy muscles hidden beneath the thin fabric. The shirt was unbuttoned at the collar revealing ink beneath it. More was revealed from the sleeves rolled up on his forearms to expose dark, sexy ink
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