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The guys and I had decided not to tell anyone until we absolutely had to. We just didn’t know how that would go over when we were meeting up with women we’d matched with.

I certainly wasn’t going to ask one of my roommates to come in and snap a picture of me. The amount of shit I’d get for it, especially from Grayson, would be endless. So I slipped off my T-shirt and moved in front of my full-length mirror, aiming the camera at my chest and abs, areas I worked hard at when I was at the gym, and I turned my face to make sure it wasn’t included when I took the shot.

Pleased with the result, I attached the photo to the message and sent it.

Me:Love, your wish is my command.

SaarasLove:Hold a sec. I need to process THAT. And maybe wipe the drool from my lip.

Me:Lol.

SaarasLove:Mr.Boston, wow. WOW. Wow.

Me:I’m glad you like what you see.

SaarasLove:You’re freaking chiseled. Like, no. Love, yes.

Several seconds later, a picture of her came through. It looked like she was at the same beach as in her profile shot, but in this one, she was in a bikini. Her knees were bent, and she was holding them against her chest with her arms wrapped around them. She was looking away from the camera, the angle showing her long dark hair and toned arms, her thin frame, the tiny ball her body was tucked into.

Me:Love, you’re gorgeous...and that body, damn.

SaarasLove:Thank you.But it’s not exactly a close-up shot like yours, so you’re not seeing everything, ya know?

Me:I’ve seen enough to know you’re beautiful.

Me:How about that date when you get back from home?

SaarasLove:I’d really love that.

CHAPTER TWO

I sat on the armless chair in my room, gazing at the woman I’d been dreaming about for days, as she stood in front of me, a leg on either side of mine.

Naked.

I tucked a chunk of her dark hair behind her ear. “Can I call you Love?”

“I love that name, so yes, of course.”

There was nothing sexier in this world, nothing more beautiful than her.

Love.

A woman I couldn’t stop thinking about.

Her eyes took me in as though she wanted this as badly as I did.

Her body had looked perfect in the picture she’d sent, but it didn’t compare to this—a petite waist that I wrapped my hands around, the curve of her small tits that I leaned forward and kissed, skin that smelled so sweet. And while I took my time traveling to each spot, feeling them out, listening to her breathing change, I eventually made my way to her heart-shaped ass. “You’re exquisite. In every way that I had imagined, but so much more.”

She lifted her hands from my bare shoulders and ran them through my short hair. “You’re not so bad yourself, Mr.Boston.” Her palms spread across my chest and down my abs. “And these, my God.”

I couldn’t recall taking off her thin, flimsy, black lace thong, matching bra, and sky-high red heels, but as I looked past her, they were all sitting on my bed.

“Love”—I reached up and held her chin—“you have me here, hard as hell, what are you going to do to me?”

She lowered her body until she was sitting on my lap, pressing herself against my erection. She ground over me in a circle, then swiped my full length.

“More.” I held her tighter. “I need more of you. All of you.”

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