Then he pulls his hand free from my heat and wraps his arms around me, pulling my body against his in a bear hug, with his dick still buried inside me. I blink into the darkness. And I grin. He must hear something in my breathing because he holds me tighter, dropping his chin to my shoulder. “You okay?” “Okay?” A puff of laughter leaves my lips. “I think you just fucked my soul into another dimension. In a garage laundry room.” I can feel him shake his head. “Possibly not the most romantic location.” “Romance is overrated.” Luther inhales, like he might argue, but I shut him up by clenching my
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