Famine (The Four Horsemen, #3)

by Laura Thalassa

Famine stands, exiting the basin to grab a towel, and I have to force myself not to stare at his backside. Lord help me, but you could bounce a coin off that ass and I shouldn’t be thinking thoughts like this about the horseman. Especially after I made that grand statement about being unmoved by his nudity. Because my pussy? Oh, she’s moved.

AHAH