Nate wasn’t one to waste time. If he saw a woman he wanted to fuck, he went after her. Of course he backed off if she didn’t reciprocate. He wasn’t a creepy dick. Even though when it came to relationships, he admittedly thought with his. Which was the case now. After meeting Ava and all her beautiful curves at the ball, he simply couldn’t get her out of his head. Hell, he even had a wet dream about her like a thirteen year old kid Seriously, she was like one of those women men hung pictures up of on the wall. Yeah, he couldn’t tell her that because again, he wasn’t a creepy dick. Instead, he teased her via text then asked her out. Normally, he’d have offered take out or something fast and easy, but fucking hell, he wanted to take his time with her. Explore her glorious body with his hands, mouth and tongue. Shit, he cock twitched at the thought. Once he reached her door, he adjusted himself and knocked. As he waited, he mentally prepared to be blown away, however, when she appeared in the doorway he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathed out. Even when playing games, he never lied. Twisted the truth, sure. But not flat out lie. “If I weren’t such a gentleman, I’d say screw dinner and take you against the door frame.” He licked his lips as his eyes raked over her. “Ready?” God, he hoped for the latter.
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