Kit fans himself. “Wow, that was…” “Damn, is anyone else hot in here?” Gage teases. Hayes’ pupils seem to swallow his irises, a hungry gleam to them. The rest of the guys have already moved on to Fulton’s dare. I rise to my feet, ready to reoccupy my spot next to Hayes, but he grabs my wrist and stops me. “Sit on my lap,” he orders, his tone rife with urgency. Before I have the chance to protest, he yanks me onto his thighs, and the force evokes a surprised yip from me. “What—” His lips play along the shell of my ear, and his breath fires off electrical impulses in my brain. “Don’t move,
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