A big purple hickey was splotched on the side of his throat, down to where his shoulder started. He remembered the way Toby had scraped his teeth there, how he’d sucked and licked. He remembered how good it had felt. But holy hell, he looked like he’d been in a plum fight, and lost. He doubted a collared shirt and tie would even hide it. Gideon leaned in closer to inspect it. Were those teeth marks? Sure looked like it. But he caught himself smiling as he skimmed his fingers over the purple blotch, and he met his own gaze in the reflection. Did he regret what they’d done? Absolutely not. Did
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