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“Oh, you were being nasty,” Giancarlo said as he grinned at me. “I thought you were straight.” Irritation worked up my spine. “I am.” “Dude, no one who’s balls deep in their husband every night is straight. I need you to wake up and realize that choking on cock makes you at least, just the tiniest bit, bisexual at least.” “I don’t choke on—” I blinked as the memory of Harlow’s cock down my throat filled my brain. “What the fuck are we talking about!” I snapped.
That ur in a certain river in Egypt…
I heard there was a fork accident.
Well that’s not ominous…
Harlow produced a knife from his pocket. I wasn’t even surprised anymore. Every time I tried to confiscate one of his knives, he found a way to get two more. It was fun to see where he’d pull one from next. As long as they weren’t pointed at me.
I fear they are almost always pointed at you dear.
Harlow wrinkled his nose. “You think people would pay to see us fuck?” “Have you seen how you look when we fuck?” I asked. Grinning, Harlow gazed off into the distance with a dreamy look on his face. “I did today. You’re right. It was pretty hot.”
Realest thing someone has ever said- WHO SAID THAT!? Man the wind is strong today.
Harlow tucked the lighter away again before he took my cigarette. His lips wrapped around it before he sucked in a long, slow breath. Fuck.
Hot.
