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Meanwhile, Kaivan chose the long-barreled H&K MP5, produced in Germany. They spent over two hours having fun. Kaivan and Edward seemed to be the most enthusiastic about competing against each other. "I give up..." Edward shouted, raising both hands. Kaivan turned to him and smiled contentedly. While Edward approached Kenzi and Richard, who were already sitting in the waiting area, Kaivan decided to rinse off the sweat from his body. "You two are crazy!" Kenzi shook his head, watching Edward and Kaivan having so much fun they lost track of time.

Stronger than your hate. I want to say no. I want to deny it. But my treacherous body has begun to tremble, not from fear, but from unbearable tension. The warmth of his hands through the fabric, the scent of him, clean and masculine, mixed with the perfume of the flowers, the overwhelming proximity of his powerful body... it's an assault. And my body capitulates, cell by cell. — Kassian... His name escapes me, a plea I didn't intend. He growls, a sound of pure, savage satisfaction.

"This is exactly what I thought about. Exactly how I imagined it. Me… moving on you like this… you losing your mind trying to be good… but failing miserably." I moved faster, rolling my hips, sliding against him, my breath coming fast and hot, my head falling back. My hands slid down his chest, down his stomach, lower… lower… right to the waistband of his pants. I didn’t hesitate. I slipped my hand right inside. Under the elastic. Under the fabric. Skin to skin. He was hot. Burning hot. Hard as steel. Thick and heavy and pulsing in my hand. "Fuck!" His head fell back against the sofa, eyes squeezing shut, hands gripping my hips so tight it would leave marks tomorrow. He thrust up instinctive

My breath caught in my throat. Standing right in front of me was Hudson Monette. He was the famous, star hockey player of Team America, and a literal household name. Seeing him up close, he carried an undeniable aura of power, though a shadow of grief always seemed to linger around his sharp features. Everyone knew his story, he was the illegitimate son of Hillary Monette, the legendary hockey pro who had tragically died in a horrific car accident just four years ago.