I’d been expecting something violent and sloppy. Needy and uncouth. Maybe even a little savage. I would’ve liked that, too. But this was pleasure in concentrated points. Focused and intense. My dick throbbed with interest as he slipped his tongue inside my mouth and ran it along mine, coaxing and way too fucking sensual. Definitely not the way I’d expected him to kiss. Fuck if I could find the willpower to put up an argument about it, though. Mark’s lips were too fucking warm, his tongue too velvety on mine, and he felt too fucking good against me, all gym-honed muscle and hard lines. And I’d
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