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Ellie stared after Adrian. As if she’d touch him. The damn man didn’t even have the decency to shut his bedroom door.
He pulled off his shirt, displaying all those lean muscles like a treat she wasn’t allowed to taste. He turned so his front was completely displayed—six pack abs, light dusting of hair that trailed down his chest and beneath his pants.
“You can look all you want but no touching.” He smirked.
She wanted to scream but her mouth was too dry. He pulled off his belt, his hands moving to his button. By the growing bump in his pants, this was affecting him too and she was glad. Lately, all he’d done was frown at her and snap.
He dropped his pants, his c**k hard in his black boxers. The drying in her mouth was replaced by drool.
She forced her eyes to his face as s
