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The pained growl in his voice had me pausing. But once his words sank in, I knew I made the right choice. I continued forward, my gaze locked on his as I walked toward him.
He stood when I reached the edge of the hot tub. Water rippled down his body, catching on his chest hair and creating new pathways to his shorts. My gaze followed the water, stopping when I reached his full erection, tenting his wet shorts and telling me I wasn’t the only one ready for this.
Brantley took my hand in his and held it tight while I climbed the steps to the raised hot tub. He didn’t let go as I joined him in the hot water. My body flashed hot, and not because of the water. This was happening.
“You’re so f*****g gorgeous,” he said.
The words skittered up my spine and slid south again, landing between
