In one moment, a man stood in front of her, blessed by Adonis himself and kissed by the goddess. Ariel’s eyes dipped appreciatively down his body, the ripped stomach from hours of working out painted in a delicious tan that made her want to lick it thoroughly.

Her eyes lowered painfully from those well-toned ridges, and they continued dipping down to the v of his waist.

That was the sluttiest thing a man could ever possess.

Ariel stared unashamedly as the V dipped down to the bottom, revealing tiny tufts of hair, but to her disappointment, his huge hands covered the main prize with his hands.

Her eyes flew upwards...