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I wondered if his hair was as soft as it looked.

When he took off his shirt, I gulped, my mouth watering as I stared wantonly at the rippled and defined chest. I’d heard of men with a six-pack, but never had the pleasure of seeing one so wonderfully chiseled.

Damn, I wanted to lick that man like a lollipop.

His chest was beautifully decorated, adorned with a multitude of tattoos, which added to its exquisite definition. But it was when the man stepped out of his jeans that my heart damn near stopped.

Gulping, I wiped the drool from my lips as my eyes stayed glued to the now naked man. Swallowing hard, I licked my lips while my eyes roamed up and down his powerful legs, locking onto his impressive dick.

“Holy mother of God,” I whispered, as he stretched his arms over his head before stepping into the hot spring. Lowering my binoculars, I looked towards the sky and whispered, “Please God, let him be the new owner.”

Quickly returning to the night’s entertainment, I watched his every move with unfettered eagerness. My imagination conjured images of him doing wonderful, salacious, dirty things to me, and my pussy ached with need. Without another thought, I held my binoculars in one hand while my other drifted beneath the water, between my legs.

I was no prude.

I was the first to admit just because I’ve never enjoyed a man, that didn’t mean I didn’t want to. And that handsome piece of man flesh was every woman’s perfect wet dream.

A girl could dream, right?

Watching with rapt attention, I slowly rubbed my clit as he leaned back, arms spread wide against the rocks of the hot spring. Steam wafted around him, coating his finely sculpted chest in a sheen of sweat.

Moaning, I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

He was perfect.

As he slipped beneath the water, I gasped, my hand halting for a second, right before he reemerged, standing to his full height. Water cascading down his body as he ran his hands through his luscious locks. My own hand vigorously rubbed away as my breathing increased. But when his hand reached down to grab his cock, I lost all reason as I came hard, screaming, “Oh yes! Stroke that monster, you stud muffin!”

The second those words left my mouth, I clapped my hand over my mouth, as the man froze.

I felt as if someone had doused me with cold water.

Quickly dipping under the water, I silently cursed myself for my stupidity.

All I had to do was sit there silently and watch.

But did I do that?

Hell no!

Now the man knew he was being watched.

FUCK!

About to black out from lack of air, I gradually rose out of the water, peeping over the rim of my hot tub, to find the man gone.

“Well, damn it.”

Sighing, I slowly got out of the hot tub and walked back into my cabin, wondering if I would ever see him again.

Chapter Four

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The second I realized I wasn’t alone, I grabbed my clothes and left. All I wanted was to relax in the hot spring and forget about the fucked-up day of cleaning cabins and listening to Freyja drone on and on about some imaginary woman who they believed the universe handpicked for me. To make matters worse, my sisters included Bailey in on their plan to find this woman and now my best friend was determined to help my sisters locate this fantasy woman.

I didn’t want or need a fucking wife.

I loved my life the way it was.

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