“If you’re buttering me up to break the news about your overnight guest, it’s too late, the jig is up,” Park said, a little brokenly as Cooper delicately nosed along the tendon of his neck. “Don’t be ridiculous. If I wanted to butter you up,” Cooper said, kissing the hollow of Park’s collarbone, “I’d do something more like this.” He dragged his lips up his throat until he could mouth at the soft, vulnerable spot below the chin and felt Park go boneless against him. Cooper kneaded his hands gently up Park’s back, enjoying the play of powerful muscles there, the obvious strength, docile and
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