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Just pressure and tongue and rhythm until Micah was clawing at the ropes and biting back sobs. It was too much. Too good. Too intimate. His thighs shook. His fingers curled into fists. And when he came, he hated how hard it hit, how long it lasted, how fucking loud his body got about it. Roman didn't move away. He stayed kneeling there. Watching. And Micah lay broken on the bed, panting, shivering, too empty and too full all at once. “Say it again,” Roman said. Micah didn’t respond. “Say you’re not gay.”

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Still humming with it. And maybe—just maybe—I’d bring cream puffs so full they burst at the seams instead of those neat perfectly square little lemon bars. It had been almost a year since I’d actually been fucked—and let’s be honest, whatever Adam and I did barely qualified. Especially after what I’d seen here. Compared to the things I’d watched in this club, he may as well have been reading me a bedtime story. And tonight? I wasn’t in the mood for fairy tales. Maybe it was time to admit I wanted more.

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