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Mateo leaned back on the velvet couch, shirt wide open now, tattoos on full display. His chest rose slow, lips parted, eyes glassy with drink—and heat.
He let out a lazy, low “mmmh,” the sound rolling from his throat like sin.
Silas stood in front of him. Heart racing. Palms sweaty.
This wasn...
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