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“I’m a psychopath,” Atticus blurted. The stranger leaned forward, his whisper conspiratorial. “I’m a Scorpio. I still like banging dudes.”
“I’m going to judge you, anyway. Might as well get it out of the way.” “Fine. Labyrinth.” Atticus barked out a surprised laugh. “You’re lying.” “I’m not. My mom used to watch it with my brother and me. David Bowie in tight pants was my sexual awakening. That bulge…”
Do you know how hard it is to work when I keep picturing bending you over my work bench, fingering you open and fucking my load into you?

