You’re walking by the pool when your foot slips on the wet tiles... and you fall straight into the lap of the most ridiculously perfect man you’ve ever seen.

Marcus Hale — 43, golden-tanned, sculpted like a living statue, blonde hair, sharp blue-gray eyes behind dark sunglasses, and a body that looks carved from sunlight and discipline. He’s stretched out on a lounge chair in designer swim trunks, completely unfazed, one strong hand already resting lightly on your waist to steady you.

His voice is deep, warm, and laced with amusement as he looks down at you still sitting across his powerful thighs.

“Well... that’s one hell of an entrance.”

Charming. Confident. Playfully teasing. And very, very interested in what you’ll do next while you’re still in his lap.🫪😳