My father is Greek. Something he hadn't felt in a very long time. That was when the doorbell rang. He'd brushed his hair so it hung soft and neat, though it was still clearly in his eyes and he had to stop every once in a while to rake the fibers back. His breath quickening, Luke pushed his hips further into hers, suppressing a groan when she whimpered, shuddering with want. She stepped closer to him.
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So she only nodded nonchalantly. There was never anything on. Don't get me wrong; I can really pound them back. But before he could speak, she reached over, placing a delicate hand on his arm. I know a lot of guys in the area looking for jobs like that and I could use one. He didn't need to shave. But Lord, did he love it.