Strip It Down
C.J. Welles
I’m sitting in my favorite bar, sipping on a Tom Collins when he walks in. He’s everything I love in a tall, but not too tall, dark blond hair, and muscles straining against his shirt, telling me he’s no stranger to the gym. I haven’t even seen his face yet, but I already know he’s going to make me weak in the knees.
It doesn’t take long before we’re sharing casual conversation, which quickly turns into playful banter and undeniable chemistry. Before I know it, we’re slipping away to my hotel room, caught up in the heat of the moment.
But in a surprising twist, this wild ride leads me straight to my very own Prince Charming.
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