THE RUTHLESS GANGSTER'S BAIT
I said, voice low and rough, as I stepped into the shower.
Water soaked me instantly, but it did nothing to douse the inferno.
I closed the gap, crowding him against the wall, our bodies inches apart. His breath hitched, chest rising and falling rapidly, the scent of his sweat and arousal thick in the steam.
“Bullshit. You're lying,” he spat, but his body leaned in despite himself, hips twitching forward as if magnetized to mine.
“Supplier fucked up the batch. We're both dosed.No cure but this. Let's help ourselves.” I grabbed his wrist, pinning it above his head with one hand, my other trailing down his slick chest, thumb brushing a nipple that pebbled under my touch.
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