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Too Close For Comfort - 6

Author: Night Raven
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-27 21:05:04

Chapter Six

You’ll Beg For It

Lucas didn’t sleep.

Not really.

He tried. He turned his back to Ethan’s side of the bed, folded the pillow over his head, and forced himself to count the number of bricks on the peeling wall like some kind of masochist’s meditation. But none of it worked. Because no matter how hard he tried to block everything out, Ethan’s voice—Ethan’s breath—was right there. In the dark. In his ear. On his skin.

Worse, so was the memory of Ethan’s mouth.

His hands on me. His fingers between my thighs. His tongue—

Lucas shot up, panting.

A cold sweat clung to his skin, and the ache between his legs was unbearable. His boxers were soaked. He didn’t even realize he’d been grinding into the mattress until his hips stuttered and stopped with a frustrated growl.

This couldn’t go on. He remembered what had happened earlier when someone had gotten into the apartment and the shock when he’d realized Ethan had a roommate before he left.

He threw the covers off and climbed out of
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