“Caleb Sanford, if you think I’m going to fuck you in the bathroom in exchange for personal details, you can think again. I said no PDA.” “Pity,” he replies. “‘Cause I’ve got a lot of sad stories to tell, Hurricane. Lots of deep aches that could use…massaging.” “You’re an ass,” I hiss, trying to step away from him. He grabs me by the wrist and pulls me further into the dark. All but blocked from prying eyes, he presses me against the wall and anchors me with his hips, his face lowering until his breath is hot in my ear. “Don’t pretend you don’t fucking love this ass,” he taunts, nipping the
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