Nixon’s POV“Are you sure about this?”Troy sits across from me, looking staid. The seemingly innocent question chastises me more than any recrimination. He doesn't think I should be doing it at all, but my cock has taken over. Whenever I hear other guys talking about the hard cock phenomenon at the gym or the bar, I roll my eyes and walk away. Now it's hit me square in the crotch, and I can't control it. I'll have her or die trying.“Yes.”He nods resolutely. “Okay. Better hope the gaming commission doesn't get wind of it. Or even worse, Dante.”Slamming my hand on the flat surface, I watch my pen jump. “Don't even bother asking me if I give a shit about fucking Dante Giovanetti.”As Troy picks up the phone's receiver, he pauses. “A little testy about it, aren't we? I've never seen you like this over a woman.”“I'd like you more if you hadn't mentioned it,” I clip out, becoming tired of the back and forth. Friend or not, he gets paid to do a fucking job, and he just needs to do it wi
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