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Anyone who knew anything about me would have been in complete surprise over my actions. I was never someone who went to bars very often, much less picked up men. And I was even less likely to pick up on someone working at a bar. It was a day of firsts, and those firsts continued when River invited me back to his place after his shift was over.
The next thing I knew I was wrapped up in his bronze arms, his sweet hot mouth kissing my neck, my hands combing his thick chest hair. The woodsy smell of his sweat drove me crazy. All my rules and inhibitions were gone, out the window, bye-bye. It was just me and River in a sparsely furnished one-bedroom apartment lost in each other for hours.
It was primal, simple, romantic – and wild. I couldn’t get enough of him. That evening turned into the
