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Chapter 14

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last update publish date: 2026-06-03 12:59:56

DMITRY POV

There are exactly three things I know for certain right now.

One: Caspian Beckett just blew my mind in a frat house bathroom.

Two: I let him.

Three: I am absolutely, completely, irreversibly screwed.

I stand with my back against the vanity, pants still undone, the air thick and stale around me, and I cannot move. Some part of my brain is still catching up to what just happened. The rest of it is stuck on one humiliating truth I cannot talk my way out of.

It was the best orgasm of my
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