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So, I bit him.

I hadn’t meant to. It just kind of happened. But the second my teeth sank into his plump bottom lip, Ken moaned and pulled my hips forward against his impressive erection.

Ughn.

My pulse skyrocketed. My hands tore at his sleek coat, twisted around his silken tie. And when my teeth captured his tongue, Ken’s cock jerked against my lower belly.

I was just about to rip the buttons off his oxford cloth shirt when the sound of someone puking on the other side of the door brought us both back into the present.

Jason.

Shit.