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Time suspended, and the image before me shimmered like I was gazing at it through air so hot it distorted everything. Clay was impervious to the heat and didn’t hesitate. He wrapped his fingers around the other man’s dick, positioning it where it needed to be, and guided Travis back inside me.
The Architect (Nashville Neighborhood, #3)
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