He scrubs himself dry for several moments while chuckling. This is tell Indy why the fuck you hacked her phone time, and what the hell you want from me to get my sister back time.”įorge doesn’t stop laughing, though. Money, abs, a big dick, and drop-dead gorgeous? If I needed any more proof that life is definitely unfair, it’s standing right in front of me.
at the most beautiful grin that has ever crossed a man’s face. When a navy towel with a silver monogram suddenly covers the object of my attention, I’m forced to glance up. I got caught staring I might as well make the most of it. “I’ve seen your face before,” I tell him, not looking up. “Are you going to look at my face or just stare at my dick?” I’m still watching his dick as it bobs when he laughs. “The Kraken?” Forge’s entire body shakes as booming laughter tumbles from his lips.īut I’m not looking at his lips. it’s just perfect hanging there in all its glory, fresh from a dip in the Med. “It’s like someone unleashed the Kraken,” I whisper as he moves toward me, his dick bouncing from side to side with each step. Totally, completely naked.Īnd his dick is massive. My mouth drops open as his cock comes into full view.īlessed mother of all things holy. I was wrong.Īnd then he takes another step up, and I see a whole hell of a lot more. I didn’t think men over thirty could have abs like that. His broad shoulder muscles ripple as he pulls himself up, revealing his well-developed pecs and washboard abs. to see Forge hauling himself out of the ocean on a ladder that disappears down into the water from the swim platform. I yank it out of the compartment and turn. Hydraulics pop it open, and inside are life jackets and the orange floaty thing that you see the lifeguards use on Baywatch. With no idea how to actually open the thing, I take my chances and shove it with the heel of my hand. I scan the spotless white wall of fiberglass until I notice a raised white cross on another panel. There’s what looks like a large hidden door, which I would put money on is the one we drove into last night in the Bugatti.īut that doesn’t help me. Two sets of wide white fiberglass stairs curve down to the giant swim platform, and I pick one, stumbling in my haste. When I see nothing, I spin around, looking for help. I grab the railing, craning my neck right and then left, looking for any sign of the man. I count to sixty before panic filters into my system, overtaking the anger.
No wonder I think Forge looks like a pirate, because he’s built like someone who plays a warrior superhero in movies.īefore I can open my mouth to yell at him, he dives underwater and disappears. Suddenly, visions of Jason Momoa flash through my mind, and the uncanny resemblance between the two men hits me. Of course he’d get his exercise swimming in the middle of the goddamned ocean like he’s Aquaman.
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