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GABRIELA
Hot tub.
Check.
Wine.
Check.
Hot alpha male who acts like he has feelings for me beyond the penile kind.
Check.
It was an intoxicating blend and I’d only had one drink.
If Carlos kept this up, he was going to take my non-existent virginity for reals tonight.
At least I hoped he would.
On any given day, the only male specimen who occupied my mind was Native Prancer. I took a slow sip of my Chardonnay and squinted to see whether the new male in my life was sporting wood.
Yes. I just thought that. Sporting wood.
Around Carlos Drago, I was becoming someone I didn’t recognize. Someone who craved s*x.
Visibility was low beneath the bubbles on the water’s surface, and so I took another sip, closed my eyes and imagined his formidable c**k growing, straining toward me, ach
