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This book is for anyone who’s ever dreamed of finding THAT man, THAT crazy connection and is still searching. They say it’s around the corner, but which corner in our maze-like life is not well specified.
He looks like dessert. A dark chocolate soufflé with a molten hot lava core. I can imagine all the smooth, inky skin over those powerful biceps and hard pecs, under the gray Henley he’s wearing. No jacket, like he radiates enough warmth as it is. A bear. He’s a dark grizzly bear, slightly soft around his lower torso with a very, very promising bulge in the front of his jeans.
It’s the touching part I dislike. I hate that my eyes can see the touch is happening, but I can’t fucking feel anything.
“Why are you following me, Ramiel?” he hisses in my face, and poof! my briefs melt along with my inhibitions.
“The twink’s name is Art, and he can’t do that because he doesn’t want to die in a grizzly bear attack,” Art replies hesitantly.
“I could stop being a bitch, but I’m not a quitter.”
It’s official, I’m a muscular bottom, who adores having his man pussy used by his grizzly. And the mushy feelings grow deeper.
I’m starting to understand that if Ramiel is involved, my answer tends to be yes.
I rub my face against his skin like I want to scent-mark it. Him. Fuck the consequences.
“You don’t need an invite to come here. Ever.” I stare straight into his luminous eyes. So pretty. When I grab his hand, his pinky starts stroking my palm the way it always does. “You’re special, Ramiel Masters.”
“I have reconsidered my stance on fate.” “Yeah?” His brows slightly bunch up. “Some things are meant to be. You are for me, Red.”
I feel everything, all of him. On me. Around me. In my heart and my very soul.