As Lyford sat in the other squishy chair beside Tam, he looked more amused by this than anything—the sort of objectionable expression that was the entire reason why Tam had not historically given Lyford/Nicolau/the local prick any morning sex after he’d accidentally slept over. (The night before, alas, he had intentionally slept over, which meant the rules were different in the morning. Really, what was he supposed to have done, when Lyford-Nicolau-whatever had been all golden and irresistible and sleepy-eyed and he’d smiled at Tam and rolled over and slid his cock between Tam’s thighs? What
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