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Boyish smile Man’s body

Killer tan

A shiver shoots down e everyone else see at

He has black hair, standing up sexily as if wo as his jaw and forehead Lips that are red-kissed and swollen, and as a souvenir fro, there’s lipstick on his jaw I look down his long, lean body and so hot and wild settles in my core

He’s , from his beautifully slim hps and narroaist to his broad shoulders, is solid And that six-pack No It’s an eight-pack The sexy V of his obliques dips into his satin, navy blue shorts, which gently hug his powerful legs, thick with loriously tight and cut Celtic tattoos circle both of his arid square deltoids of his shoulders meet

“Remy! Remy!” Mel shouts hysterically athot, Remy!”

His head angles to the sound, one di with a sexy sh eous frooodness, he really is—but ht at me

One eyebrow cocks, and there’s a gli … waraze Like he thinks I’m the one who shouted Oh, shit

He winks atinto one that’s unbearably intimate

My blood simmers

My sex clenches tight, and I hate that he seems to know it

I can see he thinks he’s the ultimate creation, and he seems to believe every woe for him to enjoy I’ feeling I’ve ever felt in my life

His lips curl, and he turns when his opponent is announced with the words, “Kirk Dirkwood, The Haht!”

“You little slut, Mel!” I cry when I recover, shoving her playfully “Why did you have to scream like that? He thinks I’m the nutcase now”

“Ood! He did not just wink at you,” Melanie says, visibly stunned

Oh od, he had Hadn’t he? He did

I’m just as astounded as I relive the wink into torture Melanie because she deserves it, the little tramp

“He did,” I finally ad at her “We telepathically communicated, and he says he wants to take me home to be the mother of his sexy babies”

“Like you would have sex with so her head off as Reton’s opponent takes off his robe The man is all beefy muscle, but not an ounce of him can visually compete with the pure male deliciousness of that “Riptide”

Reers out and fore, ht on his feet, which I know—because I used to co to be able to keep his body aloft in the air with such a minor tap of his feet

Haton evades it with a s that connects and knocks Hammer’s face to the side I inwardly flinch at the power in his punch;and tensing, working and releasing, with each punch he delivers

The croatches, enraptured, as the fight continues, those awful cracking sounds fillingme The fact that beads of perspiration pop on resses, ainst ainst the silk of the fabric Soton Tate pound a man they call “Hammer” makes me squirm in my skirt in a way I don’t like, much less ever expected

The way he swings, rowls…

Suddenly, a chorus begins, “REMY … REMY … REMY”

I turn and see Melanie juod, hit him, Remy! Just knock him dead, you sexy beast!” She screaround with a loud thuone haywire I’ve never condoned violence This isn’tthrough h s

The rington’s arhtens fros inblue eyesknots and pulls inside my tummy His sweaty chest rises and falls in a deep pant, and a drop of blood rests at the corner of his lips Through it all, his eyes are glued to me

Heat spreads under my skin, and the flames lick me all over I will never admit this to Melanie, not even to myself out loud, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a hot man in my life The way he stares at me is hot The way he stands there, with his hand held in the air, hissweat, with that air of authority Mel told me about in the cab