“You thought of his 9 inch?” “No! God, no!” I wanted to shout, but my voice cracked like a sinner caught in confession. The panic, the heat, the unbearable closeness—it all blurred together in a whirlpool of emotion and arousal. “I wasn’t thinking of anyone else…” “Lies.” “N—” Another lie I didn't get to finish before his hands moved, slowly, deliberately, one bracing beside mine on the fogged-up glass, the other skimming the curve of my hip like he was tracing out his next bad decision. “You know,” he murmured into my ear, “I do mind you fantasizing about Lucian’s 9 inch.” “Detroit,” I hissed, my mind pulling back into my body. This couldn't be any more than a scandal. Also, why was he calling him Lucian now? Was Luca too hard to say? He hummed in approval, like the sound of his name slipping from my lips was some kind of reward. “You're married,” he began, voice like molten sin, “so write down your fantasies… and let me be the one to make them real, not fictional charact
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