Looking at the boy's dazed gaze, Mason Bennett's eyes deepened an inch, yet became even more alluring...
The man took off his shirt, but didn't rush to put on the new one. Instead, he stepped forward and walked up to Bella Green.
"Does it look good?" The man's voice was very low, slightly hoarse, with a hint of seduction.
"Good, it looks good." Bella Green said dumbfoundedly.
As soon as she finished speaking, she realized something was off, quickly regained her composure, and looked at the body so close at hand: honey-toned healthy skin, the eight-pack abs of a strong upper body making her nostrils tighten.
The firm, strong muscles were just right, not the explosive kind, but no one could ignore the sense of power emanating from him.
Really, really want to touch it...
"Want to touch?" The man seemed to see through her intentions, his increasingly slow voice carrying a hint of laughter.
