Michael watches him for a moment and then turns back to me, taking my phone and unbuttoning his jeans again. “What are you doing?” I ask, a slight flush coloring my cheeks. “Giving you the upper hand,” he says, snapping a picture of his junk and passing the phone back to me. He looks so fucking confident when he does it, like there's not a thing in the world that could sway him from this path. From me. Our third official day together and he's so goddamn intense. I love it. “I don't think I could use this to blackmail you the way I could've used Kevin's,” I say and he laughs, the sound so
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