‘Arno and I are playing strip poker, and we’re both down to just our underclothes. I try not to get distracted by the sight of his sculpted bare chest, and his parkour-toned muscles. I see him sneaking glances at me in my sheer white shift, keeping a poker face, but arousal glinting in his dark eyes. But Arno wins the round. He draws closer, pulls off my shift, and wraps his arm around my waist. “You cheated,” I say with a smile. “You did too,” he murmurs, before pulling me in for a kiss.’

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