"Why are we watching Dr. Zhivago?"
"Isn't there any Psych on?" I grumbled, but flopped down on the sofa, laying my head in my lover's lap. I glanced at the screen occasionally, but my mind wandered. His warmth distracted me. I turned my head and breathed out hard, sending a wave of hot moist air through worn denim. I shifted. My next breath hit the flat plane of his abdomen.I tongued the silver metal button, traced the waist band of his jeans with damp lips. Didn't need to lay a hand on him to seduce this man
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