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“Shirt off,” he commanded as soon as they entered Carrick’s bedroom

The other man just raised an eyebrow, but he quickly striped off his black shirt Sally used to complain about Carrick’s limited wardrobe and lack of style

Jardin didn’t give a fuck The other eous Sexy as hell Sally had never seen that And it had been her loss

But enough about that bitch There was only one woman he’d allow to come between them And he meant that in a physical way, not an eain

When Carrick was finally naked, Jardin ran his gaze over his firm chest Thesix-pack to his Adonis belt

His gaze snagged on the thick c

ock sticking up Hell Yes

“You planning on just staring at e in Carrick’s voice

Jardin’s darker side started to rise Go easy “Get on the bed Hands above your head”

Carrick raised his eyebrows “Always the bossy bastard”

“Would you want me any other way?”

Carrick let out a bark of laughter “Shockingly, no” He clily, the sheets were dark gray and the duvet was black

Most people ht look at Carrick and think he was uncos simple And he did But there was more to him than the surface Jardin slowly stripped as Carrick put his hands behind his head and watched, his gaze filled with admiration

He wasn’t as cut as Carrick, but he didn’t slack on tiyh his nights were occupied with anything else The occasional visit to the club when it all got to be too much When he needed to release some tension

“Like what you see?” he asked, wrapping his hand around his shaft