Chanel And Ethan 36
Those delicious gloves.
All it takes is a rap on the door from his hand and my insides respond excitedly. The moment I open my front door, the sight soothes my erratic pulse, and I smile. My boyfriend is nearly an entire foot taller than me, his broad, muscular body contributing to his intimidating look, his dark hair just long enough to pull on, groomed facial hair, green eyes, and a cocky smile on his face. "Come here," Ethan growls, and g...