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It must be Emilia, wanting to brag that she bought French pastries ready to win over the residents of the Trubber house.

As if I don’t know her…

I open the door without thinking, but it is not my friend that I find there.

They must have figured out how to get the models out of GQ magazine and ship them to my home, because there is no other way to describe the man in front of me.

He’s so handsome.

So much so that I think my jaw has dropped to the floor.

“Good morning,” the handsome stranger greets me, extending his hand.

Somehow I find the composure to respond.

“I’m Mikel Kroph,” he introduces himself. “We just moved into the house across the street.”

I think is safe to say one of the gods of Olympus has fallen, because my new neighbor certainly looks like one.

Another little surprise that life has thrown my way.

Chapter 6

Past

The wind caressed my naked body, making my skin bristle, taking me to the edge but no further, keeping me there, so close and at the same time so far. I could feel the sun warming me, inviting me to return from the misty dream that claimed me.

A moan came from my mouth that I barely recognized as my own voice.

“Bruce…”

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” I heard him say as I opened my eyes.

What traveled over my skin was not the wind, it was one of the roses that he had given me after our first time, he was exploring my valleys and mountains with it. And then his lips followed.

It was too early to be subjected to that kind of torture.

The most delicious of all.

What he was able to do with his mouth…God…

When his fingers joined the show, my entire body shuddered.

“That’s right, baby,” he encouraged me when he realized I was moving my hips, pursuing the pleasure he gave me. “Follow your instincts, let yourself go.”

And I did it gladly, pulling his hair to bring him closer to me, daring to become a hunter of ecstasy.

The ecstasy I’d discovered with him.

I screamed his name, it was inevitable, then his cry echoed mine, as if taking me to the heights had turned the pleasure into something mutual.

“That’s what I call the breakfast of champions,” he said, dragging his mouth over my torso, this time ascending and leaving a trail of kisses and bites in his wake.

Breakfast? What was that?

I want this three times a day, please.

By the time his body took mine, I was more than ready to receive him. With each onslaught I got closer to heaven, each moan raised me even higher, each kiss, each hug, took me to glory. To my particular paradise.

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