Beautiful Brute by Eden O’Neill EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Eden O’Neill
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Cleo
A massive chest rose and fell with heavy breath beside me.
I slept… with a boy.
A giggle suppressed as I hunkered down, peeking at him from my
pillow. He was beautiful in ways that weren’t right, hard body filling half my
bed and long.
Holy crap, was he long.
His actual ankles hung off my full bed, sliding out of the sheets when
he tugged them up and tucked them above his hips. A perfect V-shape
lingered below chiseled ab muscles, his chest broad and golden.
I bit back a snicker at his dick hair. He gave me full-on dick cleavage,
a smattering of dark hair at the base of his dick. I couldn’t see all of said dick
currently, but his morning wood outlined my rainbow bedding like nothing
else.
Oh my gosh.
A sigh in his sleep and he turned, perfection from his chiseled jaw
line to his full lips. He had a deep cavity near his right eye, like an old scar
from something. Outside of that tiny imperfection, he stunned with hallowed
cheekbones cut from the gods and a pair of deep-set eyes that glistened when
he laughed. He had green eyes when they weren’t closed, and though I’d only
seen him in a dark club and my bedroom last night, they’d been awesome.
They were like see-through marbles.
Clear.
Lush.
Utterly gorgeous.
I tried not to breath now for fear he’d wake up and see me ogle. And
my God his laugh. He had such a rich tone, the lines around his mouth
revealing he liked to do this often. He liked to laugh, a kidder and a jokester.
He kept trying to find ways to bring it out of me last night, to poke and touch
me.
He’d been perfect.
He was perfect from his body, to his smile, to his laugh. He had the
looks of Chris Pine, his shaggy brown hair that curled and feathered only
adding to his features. With the fun-loving personality of Chris Pratt and the
height of a Hemsworth, he was absolutely all the Chrises.
All the boxes checked.
All goals met.
All virginity lost.
A reminder of that burn, that soreness, quaked between my legs, and I
hoped I hadn’t come across as much of a virgin now as I did last night. I
mean, I couldn’t have been a great lover, it being my first time and all that,
but I hoped he hadn’t noticed.
He’d been good, slow, and it didn’t hurt once we picked up. In fact,
I’d been so overwhelmed by sensory overload and the fact I’d come so quick
last night, the discomfort hadn’t even bothered me.
This guy had made it easy, all golden and glistening with sweat. He’d
enveloped me in a way that made me feel small but not in a bad way, his
name, Brett.
Cleo Erikson-Fairchild had a conquest dadgummit.
The huzzah I kept internal. It was all I could do not to leave this bed
and doodle his name surrounded by hearts in a notebook. He’d just been
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