OLIVIA CABELLOMy chest rises and falls with an erratic intake of breath.The Manhattan city lights shine from outside the glass-ceiling windows in this penthouse, reaching all the way inside the room, to me and to the man standing in front of me.He picks his shirt from the floor and my eyes linger on the muscles on his shoulders, the tats on his arms, down to his lean waist.Ryat Winchester, first son to the Winchesters who own the whole of Manhattan, has always been handsome.Blessed with emerald eyes- so dark and intriguing, a body built like a Greek god, messy dark brown hair and a chiseled jaw that could cut through cheese; he was Manhattan’s most eligible bachelor for a reason.I’m still sore since he was inside of me a few minutes ago but that doesn’t mean I don’t want more of Ryat Winchester tonight. I’ve wanted more for two years.We meet on Tuesdays and Wednesdays at exactly ten pm. Once he gets what he wants from me which is sex (hot and steamy sex if I might add), he leav
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