“Oh fuck,” Lawson mutters.... «Face Off»
CaribaFiesta3 июля 2024“Oh fuck,” Lawson mutters. “What’s wrong?” “I, uh… My…” His cheeks are flushed, and I have a feeling it’s not just because of the cold. “The keys. They’re, uh, in my pocket.” <...> I hook my fingers into his pocket—of course he’s wearing the world’s tightest jeans—and ease inside, fishing for the keys. <...> I reach down farther, sliding my fingers deeper and deeper, but there’s still nothing except the heat and hardness of his sculpted thighs. <...> “Uh, Rory…” “Yes?” “I meant my coat pocket.”
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