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Bianca is a professional copywriter who loves to help design and sew costumes for her favorite local theatre company. She finds inspiration for everything she does in Shakespeare, especially A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Her favorite genre is erotic romance, and living on the rainy west coast allows for a lot of time to write!
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“Um…” For some reason my eyes went to Jare, still naked and standing across the room talking with someone.
Noticing where I was looking, a small grin crossed her face. “Never mind.”
“No, I—” But she was already gone.
For fuck’s sake. Somehow I’d just let a hot woman think I was more interested in a guy than in her.
Why the hell was I looking over at Jare when there was a hottie like Tasha standing right in front of me anyway?
Figuring it would be best just to get out of there, I packed everything up quickly. This time when I turned around I nearly bumped into Jare, who had come up behind me.
He was standing closer to me than he should have been. I made an effort to be casual, hoping he wouldn’t notice my discomfort.
His blond hair hung loose, wild and sweaty, and the only thing covering him was a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Tasha was right,” he said, running his eyes not very discreetly over my body.
“About what?” I croaked.
“You’re huge. What a waste for you to be shooting when you should be putting on the show.”
I shook my head, speechless again. And then he reached out to me, his fingers slowly tracing the outline of my erection through the taut denim of my jeans. I don’t know why I didn’t knock his hand away. I should have left, but I was frozen in place. The only part of my body which seemed to be working was my cock, which throbbed in response his touch.
“Nice,” he said.
Nervously I willed myself not to let my gaze slide to his crotch.