“IF YOU KEEP getting naked with me, I’m gonna start to think you like me.” I flicked my fingers along the surface of the water, sending a spray across the hot tub at Shep.
“Really, Theo?” Shep wiped at his cheek and shook his head. “You live to make me regret my choices, don’t you?”
“It does have a certain appeal. But are you really regretting spending a glorious evening relaxing? I doubt you do it often.”
It looked like he was about to refute that, but then snapped his mouth shut and reached for his champagne from the deck.
Getting Shep to indulge in anything was a win in my book, and as I watched him take a long sip, I couldn’t help but admire him. It wasn’t just his personality that was a bit tight, it was his entire body, all those muscles perfectly lean and toned in a way that spoke of years of dedication in the gym. He’d mentioned working out with his father’s Secret Service detail in the past, so it wasn’t surprising that Shep’s body was a work of art. What was surprising was how massive his di—
A spray of water hit me square in the face, rudely cutting off my fantasies of Shep’s cock in my mouth.
“Hey!”
“You were staring.” He shrugged, looking unrepentant, and continued sipping his champagne. His usually sandy-brown hair looked almost black all wet and slicked back from his face, which showcased a sharp jaw and those hypnotic, ice-blue eyes that were usually narrowed when he was looking in my direction.
“Not my fault when you’re tu es bâti comme un dieu tu as le corps d’un Apollon.”
Shep growled. “Theo…”
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