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I snort a derisive huff of a laugh. “Is this your weak attempt at seduction, Jack?” He leans a fraction closer, his arm mere millimeters from my shoulder. “If I wanted to seduce you, I’d have you on your knees right now in the cold room with that treacherous little mouth of yours wrapped around my cock, begging me for more,” he whispers.
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