A flush of embarrassment settles on Wade’s cheeks, and I can’t help but cackle at his awkwardness. “Are you asking if my dick likes dick?” “This is so fucking weird,” he mutters. “But yes, that’s ultimately what I’m asking.” “Well then, yes, my dick definitely likes his dick,” I say with a very practiced straight face. Wade pinches the bridge of his nose and groans. “This is what I get for trying to have a meaningful conversation with you.”
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