32. Round 2?

(18+)

Kaiden reached for the coffee table, to be more specific a hidden compartment in the corner, where he took out an opened box of condoms.

Great Ella, you're a notch in the bedpost now.

She waved the voice away and watched Kaiden instead. He had discarded his shirt which lay halfway across the room. The bold letters of his tattoo stared back at her, curling on his left pec and she made a mental note to ask him what the words meant later. Her eyes trailed from the black letters on his chest to his sculpted-like frame.

Just like she thought, he worked out, a lot, but not too much, just enough to remind her of the Greek statues she so often compared him to.

All muscle and skin, he looked beautiful and she wanted to lick his well-defined abs.

He reached for the buckle of his belt and she watched with bated breath as he unbuckled it slowly, his jaw tightly clenched and forehead furrowed like he was in pain.