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Impossible Things by Beth Bolden: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Beth Bolden

When the carousel ride completed, and Diego carried Ana over to where Abby and Benji waited for them, he shot the latter a huge smile. “I’m so glad you came with us,” Diego confided as Benji handed him his cup. “You made today special.”

Benji shrugged a little self-consciously. “You could’ve made the same phone call and gotten the exact same results.”

“I don’t mean Abby, and not waiting in any lines, though that is nice,” Diego said. “I mean that it wouldn’t have been as special if you weren’t with us.”

Benji nearly pulled up short as they approached Dumbo and its insane line, creeping all the way around the ride and threatening to spill into the walkways around it. “You . . . you really mean that, don’t you?” he asked, clearly surprised.

It was hard not to feel a twinge of guilt at the shock in Benji’s voice. “You’ve always been an important part of our lives, but . . . now, more than ever, we want you here, with us.”

Benji reached out and squeezed Diego’s shoulder. His gaze told Diego that he wanted so much more. He wanted to lean down and casually kiss him, like it was something they already did a dozen times each day. He wanted to hold hands, without it catching the attention of every single harried parent in this line.

Diego could have changed the famous line, “with great power comes great responsibility,” to “with great power comes great obligation,” and it would have still been completely accurate. He’d never felt the obligation of his fame as strongly as he did in this moment. Before, he’d felt it for others, specifically Leo and Caleb, but never for himself. It had never truly gotten in the way of anything he’d ever wanted—instead it had made a lot of things easier. Money made even the bitterest pill easier to swallow.

But money couldn’t fix this problem. No matter how much money they had, Benji couldn’t confiscate every single phone in this park. He’d seen the occasional interested face, and more than one quick flash in his direction. Pictures would exist of his trip here today with Ana, and while it was terrible enough that they were taking pictures of his kid, he couldn’t risk him and Benji looking like anything more than good friends.

“You excited for Dumbo, Ana?” Benji asked her as Diego picked her up and carried her the last bit of the way to the ride. She was good on her feet, with sturdy legs that usually would carry her farther and faster than Diego ever wanted to go, but it had been a long day already and he could tell she was getting tired.

But Ana, instead of answering with increasing excitement, promptly burst into tears.

Instantly, Diego stopped and leaned against an empty stretch of low wrought-iron fencing. Shifting Ana in his arms, he gave her a soft smile. “Ana Banana, what’s wrong?”

“Saaaaaaad,” Ana wailed.

Diego exchanged blank, confused looks with Abby over Ana’s head, but then Benji was suddenly there, putting a big palm on her narrow back, and gently transferring over to his own arms.

“It is a sad movie,” Benji cooed at her, and she calmed from sobbing hysterics to only a trickle of tears. “But Dumbo is happy at the end, right?”

“Dumbo sad!” Ana exclaimed again, and for a moment, as everyone in their group held their breath, she looked to be on the precipice of a second outburst.

“Sometimes you’re sad so you know what being happy is, Ana-girl,” Benji said softly, seriously.

“Happy,” she parroted back, a puzzled look on her sweet face.

“Yeah,” Benji said, hugging her close, “we’re happy right now.”

“I guess that’s a no on Dumbo,” Diego said.

“Actually, I think she should ride it. She’d like it, and it might give her a different perspective,” Benji offered.

Diego rolled his eyes. “Sure thing. You want to ride it with her, then, Mr. Child Psychologist?”

Benji grinned. “I’d love to.”

Abby and Diego watched from a little distance as Benji carried Ana over to the ride.

“He’s very sweet with her,” Abby offered, kindness tempering the crisp edges of his accented words. “You’re very lucky to find someone who loves your kid as much as you do.”

Diego opened his mouth and then snapped it shut again. What could he say? No, you’re wrong? We’re not involved, and I’m not lucky? All Abby would have to say was, have you seen that guy? He’s ripped and gorgeous and adores your child—and you.

Abby shot him a sideways glance. “We all sign NDAs, by the way, if that matters.”

Diego wanted to be at a place in their lives where that didn’t matter, but he knew better.

“It does, actually,” Diego said with a reluctant sigh. “This is all very new, and well . . . you’ve surely seen the circus around Leo and Caleb. I’m not sure I’m ready to subject Ana to all that.”

“Well, as one queer man to another, it’s pretty damn cool regardless.” Abby grinned. “It meant a lot, that interview you guys did.”

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NOX by Adrienne Wilder: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Adrienne Wilder

The neighbor’s dog wouldn’t stop barking.

Outside the kitchen window, Mr. Oak’s Border Collie was nothing more than a flash of black and white as he circled the barn at the edge of the pasture.

Luca rinsed the glass under the flow of water and set it in the drying rack beside the sink with the rest of the dinner dishes.

A line of dark clouds stained the horizon, washing out the sunset. Wind tossed up a cloud of dirt to dance around the dog.

He continued to bark.

Luca pressed his fingers to his temple. With every burst of sound, a dull throb beat behind his eyes.

How many times had Luca hauled the animal back to his owner’s house a half-mile down the road this week? At least five, and it was only Wednesday.

“Damn it, Buster, I’m not in the mood for this.” Luca took the length of rope off the peg near the door. His muscles protested the climb down the small flight of steps from the back porch, and the constant fatigue plaguing him gnawed deeper.

He headed down the hill, thick blades of fescue grabbing at his legs left green streaks across his jeans. Despite the warm temperatures, the air kissed his skin with a chill.

The dog crouched, moving right to left a few yards outside the barn.

Luca whistled.

The Border Collie looked up, tongue flopping out the side of his mouth.

Luca unrolled the rope. “Here, let’s get you home.” He reached for the dog’s collar. Buster snapped his jaws, and Luca jerked his hand back. “Whoa, what the hell’s gotten into you?” Normally the dog was more than willing to go for a car ride. Half the time, Luca didn’t need the leash.

Buster lowered to his belly, exhaling in rapid breaths. He whined while he stared into shadows cast by the wooden slat walls. Luca stepped closer to the barn.

A deep growl rumbled in Buster’s chest.

Whatever he heard was either out of Luca’s range of hearing or drowned out by the thump of his heart. He paused at the threshold until his eyes adjusted to the lack of light.

His parents had gotten rid of the horses after his brother Koda was killed. Luca had resented them for a while. When recovering from his second battle with leukemia, watching the horses from his bedroom window had been his escape. Faced with final go-round, he was thankful he wouldn’t have to worry about them when he went into hospice.

Buster stepped inside. Hackles raised over the dog’s shoulders, running in a line down his back.

Luca picked up a shovel hanging from a nail just at the entrance. If whatever spooked the dog was bigger than a raccoon, Luca doubted it would do much good. At least there weren’t bears in this part of the country. At least he’d never seen one. He hoped this was not the day he did.

Luca inched his way into the barn.

He bumped open the first stall door with his elbow. Mounds of rotting hay edged the walls where it hadn’t caught in the craters dug by hooves pawing at the ground.

The door on the second stall was reluctant to open thanks to the rust binding the hinges. Sticky strands of spider webs caught Luca’s fingers. He grimaced and scrubbed them off on his shirt. Again, nothing but shadows.

He inched past two more stalls where night filled the space between the dividers. More straw and dirt, and the heady scent of animals long gone.

The last door belonged to the storage area where they’d kept tack and feed.

With each hesitant shuffle forward, Luca’s tennis shoes left ruts in the dirt. He reached the last enclosure. Sweat burned his eyes. He licked his dry lips. Buster’s quick breaths were the only sound in the barn aside from Luca’s pulse racing in his ears.

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Release Blitz: Afflicted to the Core by Nat Kennedy + Excerpt & Giveaway!

Afflicted to the Core by Nat Kennedy

Reggie Wolfe religiously visits Kyle Landon—his student in Nerve detangling—at the Harpford Disentanglement Center, where the younger man has been incarcerated on trumped up charges.  During one of Reggie’s visits, Kyle’s able to warn his teacher of an imminent unauthorized transfer by an unknown shadow agency. Reggie demands help from his sister at the Bureau of Wielder Services but is pressed to take the matter into his own hands when bureaucratic red-tape stymies her actions.  Breaking into a secret medical installation, Reggie and August Whalen find Kyle and six other men hooked to IVs, unknown chemicals pumping into their systems.

The three are caught up in a quest to find an antidote for the drugs and discover who is behind the powerful anti-male Wielder organization.  On this dangerous road, will they forever remain friends or give in to their growing attraction?

Afflicted to the Core is the steamy third novel of the Wielder World series—gay urban fantasy full of desire, desperation, and dedication born of trial and blood.

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Finding Trix by L.M. Brown: Exclusive Excerpt!

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by L.M. Brown

Trix wasn’t the least bit surprised to find that the rest of the felines on the Pleasure Station were as furious as he was to find themselves homeless.

Brak, who had never been shy about holding back his opinions, stood in the middle of the dock, shouting abuse at the humans as they urged everyone onto the waiting ships. “Fucking arrogant humans, coming in here and telling us how to live our lives. If they had to survive on cream and milk they wouldn’t be so quick to judge us. They’re turning us out of our homes to starve.”

Even though he had never liked Brak, he couldn’t help agreeing with his assessment of their situation. Too many space stations had no feeding felines policies and many species were in the process of outlawing prostitution as well.

A group of avians who had clearly been visiting the station stood near their ship, listening to Brak rant. One of them drew away from the rest and approached them. “We’ve got room on board for three of you.”

“Payment?” Brak asked.

“As much cream as you want.”

“And credits?”

The avian laughed. “What do you need those for?”

“Clothes, travel expenses.”

“You’ll be travelling with us, and as for clothes, you’re hardly going to need those. We prefer our felines to be naked.”

Trix stepped forward. “I’ll come with you.” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them.

Brak gave him a nasty sneer. “These avians clearly prefer cocks, not pussy.”

The avian shot Trix a sharp look. “You’re dual-gendered?”

Trix hung his head. “Yes.”

A second avian approached. “I’ve never fucked one of those before. Let him come.”

Trix considered that at least there was no longer any danger of pregnancy for him. It was already too late for that. He grabbed his trunk and dragged it over to the ramp.

“Is this all your stuff?” the second avian asked.

Trix glanced at the ship. “Do you have room for more?”

“Sure.”

“I’ll go fetch the rest.” He hurried back to his rooms and gathered together all of his pillows in a sheet with the corners tied together. Fearful that they would leave without him, he raced back with his load, and boarded the ship.

He found Brak on board along with a third feline, a female named Cheri.

“Got everything?” the avian asked.

“Yes,” Trix confirmed.

“Your room is on the lower level at the far end of the corridor. The three of you are sharing.”

Trix wasn’t surprised, but Cheri appeared disappointed. Brak was apparently too busy flirting with the pilot to notice.

With his pillows in his arms, Trix clambered down to the lower level in search of some peace and quiet. He realised, as he put together a cosy nest in the corner that he hadn’t even asked the names of his hosts.

Cheri came into the room behind him. “You avoiding Furyne because you’re dual-gendered too?”

“Yes, you?”

“Yes.”

Trix smiled at Cheri. “The avians seem to find us something of a novelty.”

Cheri flopped onto one of the beds—at least there were three of them crammed into the room—and rested her head on her hands. “I hope they aren’t expecting much action from my cock. I took the supplements once or twice to see how they worked, but quite frankly I’ve no interest in taking them again. I don’t know how you male dominants put up with the damn things, always getting hard at entirely the wrong moment.”

Trix chuckled. “Do you have any supplements on you?”

“No.”

“Then you probably don’t need to worry about it. I doubt our hosts know enough about us to realise that female dominants need to take them to get an erection.”

Trix curled up on his pillows and closed his eyes. A rumble came from behind him and the ship lifted for take-off. “Any idea where we’re going?”

“No. Does it matter?”

“I guess not.”

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Rise of a Nobleman by Valentina C. Brin: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Valentina C. Brin

“Norwich Orphanage, June 23, 1680 

Dorian looked up at the sky. He closed his eyes and dropped his arms along his sides, fingers grazing his lily-white tunic.

Raindrops spattered on his forehead and ran down his temples, but he didn’t move. He let the water wash over his skin. When he felt it trickle onto his lips, he tasted it—it was fresh, pleasant like the peaceful atmosphere surrounding that labyrinth of hedges.

But then something changed. The clean taste of rain turned pungent and metallic, an unmistakable coppery taste that made him nauseous. His mouth was full of blood.

Alarmed, he touched his face but found no cuts. Nothing hurt, not the slightest hint of pain.

Another drop fell on his fingers. He saw it from the corner of his eye—a vermilion blotch standing out against the uniform paleness of his skin, a stain that removed all doubt. It wasn’t water any more.

Heart gripped with anxiety, he touched his cheeks, forehead, nose—everywhere the rain had fallen—but again found no sign of wounds. Checking his palms, he discovered them covered with blood that was still warm.

“Help!”

He really tried to scream, but his voice didn’t come out. It wouldn’t.

There wasn’t enough of it.

His hands were trembling, his knees shaking powerlessly. A coarse sound erupted in the sky.

Dorian looked up. A large crow flew in a circle overhead, its tiny black eyes pointed right at him as its wings flapped, spattering blood—the same blood that had just smeared his face. When it glided to a landing on a hedge, the blood strewn on the ground began to spread. The splotches grew larger until they formed puddles, but didn’t stop there—they kept growing and growing and growing. They spread out, touching one another, filling in the entire length of the pathway. In an instant, the blood had soaked Dorian’s feet, submerging his toes. But it didn’t stop there. The blood continued to rise, engulfing his ankles and reaching his shins.

Dark, magnetic eyes were trained on him. Waiting for him.

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Honorary Blogger TA Moore: If Characters Were Cars + Giveaway!

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If Characters Were Cars

by TA Moore

First of all, thank you so much for having me! I’m thrilled to be here with my new contemporary romance Take the Edge Off.

One of the main characters in Take the Edge Off is a professional driver, and ex-semi-professional car thief. So inspired by that (and by the fact that a friend of mine’s husband chants ‘I’m a bus, I’m a bus, I’m a big red bus’ whenever he ends up in a bus lane) I am going to answer a question that I know you’re all dying to know the answer to: What would these characters be like if they were cars?

Joseph ‘Joe’ Bailey is rich, successful, and colours inside the lines. The son of a rich man Joe’s always had a lot, so it feels safer to be content what what he’s got rather than push through for what he really wants. Whether that is his career, the projects he takes on for his father, or who he loves. Easier to do what people expect in public, and what you want when they aren’t looking.

That said, within his self-imposed limits, Joe isn’t used to hearing ‘no’ when he sets his sights on something. Or someone. He’s a handsome man who appreciates the finer things in life, from his clothes to the company he keeps, and likes to be in control. Life, he’s found, runs smoother when you plan it out ahead of time and make sure that everyone involved know what is expected of them.

An American in London for business he has no intention of driving in the city (something that I, the author, sympathise with!), but he doesn’t actually like to drive anyhow. It’s the one place he cedes control, but only as far as the reins his wallet can put on a driver.

If Joe was a car he’d be Porsche 911 Carrera. Stylish, expensive, and beautiful to look at. It’s the sort of car that looks good in a garage, but the owner never really takes it out and opens it up on a long, dusty road to nowhere just for the joy of hearing the engine rev. Well, not until someone who’s got no boundaries gets behind the wheel anyhow.

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Keeping Cade by SE Jakes: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by SE Jakes

“It’s not a simple answer, okay? It’s just…I can’t believe it’s real. I feel like, whatever’s happening between us is going to disappear between my fingers, no matter how hard I try to catch it,” he tried to explain, and for once, Strider didn’t have any smart answers. He was just listening. “It’s going to go away, and now I know it exists, and it’s going to hurt way more than if I just wanted it to exist. Now I know. And I’m not sure I’ll ever get over it.”

Strider watched him quietly, and Cade couldn’t quite place the emotion behind his odd-colored eyes. “You’re quite taken with them.”

“Maybe.” Because admitting it full-out would make it that much worse. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

Strider seemed to respect that boundary, which should’ve made Cade suspicious. “Cade?”

“Yes?”

“What’s the worst that could happen with it?” he asked and Cade frowned. “You said you already know it exists. And I don’t think Tegan would be this angry if he wanted you to really go away. If it’s going to hurt anyway…what’s the point of not trying?” He paused while Cade tried to control his breaths. “We’re all so broken. You have to know that, don’t you? You’re not the only one. We’re all broken, and it’s okay.”

After a long moment of silence, Strider added, “I feel like you owe me money for that session. I accept money orders or cash.”

“Really?”

Strider stood and walked away, calling over his shoulder, “My services don’t come cheap.”

Cade laughed into the night…mainly because he knew Strider meant it about the money.

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Between Bloody Lips by Sai Fox: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Sai Fox

Memories were always something that had fascinated Gabriel.

There was something special about the way a human’s mind worked, how it was able to recall information from so long before. He’d read somewhere, in some article on some throwaway day that no longer mattered, that the mind wasn’t able to recall memories with perfect detail.

No; memory was less like a photograph and more like a Pablo Picasso in its mix of color and shapes. It was more like a Salvador Dali in how the edges of dreams and reality bled into each other to create its own unique picture, its own unique self.

Nothing was quite reality.

Nothing was quite fantasy.

Nothing was quite—

Perfect.

Maybe, just maybe, that was how Gabriel knew that this was a dream rather than a memory.

It was just…

Perfect.

Too perfect.

It was such a beautiful morning; the sun shined through the pale blue curtains over his window, the creamy white paint on the walls giving a soft, alluring glow to the room. There was a spider web stretched across the lower-left corner of the windowsill, the tattered edges blowing in a soft breeze that Gabriel could feel against the hairs on his arms.

His mind, idle and in that sweet place between wakefulness and the dead of sleep, couldn’t help but wonder: where was the spider? Where was it hiding?

Why was it hiding?

Something soft and niggling in the back of his mind tried to push the thought away. It didn’t matter. It didn’t exist, as far as Gabriel was concerned. After all, why would there be a spider in such a beautiful place, in such a beautiful dream?”

“Gabriel turned his attention away from the window and to the oak nightstand painted with little, pale pink flowers at the corners, a vase of freshly-cut daisies casting a shadow across the table.

They smelled like his childhood. They were the ones his mother had always kept right there on the bedside at their little beach house, their little getaway. She had undoubtedly gotten them that morning from the garden just outside his bedroom window.

She didn’t get them from anywhere. This is a dream. This is nothing but a dream.

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Cold Light by Michelle Frost: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Michelle Frost

Morning sunlight glinted off the bulletproof back glass of Mr. Harry Low’s town car. His driver would stop the car at exactly twelve past eight in front of the headquarters for Low International, and exactly thirty seconds later, two-armed security guards would approach the car before escorting Mr. Low inside.

Ten seconds—that’s all the window Lex had. Five of those would be waiting for the bullet to get there. He’d been laying in this exact spot over a mile away each morning for a week. Calculating the wind, the distance, how the bullet would drop. The butt of his rifle was settled against his shoulder with the rest of his body spread out behind it prone on a tarp. Out of a million ways to kill a man, this was his favorite. He’d learned to shoot early. He didn’t know if that was typical for kids with parents in a MC, but it was for the President of the Sand Lake Iron Heretics’ son. His father was tough and sharp, and always pushing Lex to improve the skills that would make him an asset to the club. Even after his father discovered he was gay.

Still, the skills he’d been pushed to learn had proved useful. When the club fell into debt with a man that kept contract killers on his payroll, Lex’s skills were what settled the balance. An eight-year contract to kill for Rick Morgan, splitting the paycheck fifty-fifty. Rick kept half and Lex kept half while still paying his dues to the club. Everyone was happy.

There were only a handful of people on the planet that could take the shot he was about to with any certainty that they’d hit their mark. Not only was he certain, but he was banking on it. This shot was the money shot. The last punch in his time card. After this kill, his contract with Rick was over and he’d have a chance to live a life that didn’t include so much blood on his hands. Not that he minded the blood. It washed just like everything else. But he’d been away from the club too long, and yearned for an open road and a vest on his back. When he’d turned eighteen, he hadn’t received the ink like a typical full-patch so if he were captured, his club ties would remain unknown. No one outside of Rick knew who he really was. Not even Arden.

The thought of his lover sent a tug of longing through him. It’d been too long since he’d seen his boy; felt the soft slide of his skin or gripped the strands of his blond hair. Thoughts of their next meeting tore him in half as he contemplated how he could possibly keep Arden and the MC, too. Returning home would be both a blessing and a curse.

Movement down the sight of his scope drew him back to the task at hand. Two guards, like clockwork, walked to the rear passenger door of the dark sedan as it idled. One took a protective position, standing with his back facing Lex’s direction, blocking the view of the car’s door while the other man reached to pull it open. One foot then two hit the pavement and Mr. Low was up and out of the car, sandwiched between his behemoth guards.

This was it. He breathed in and out, slow and easy, finger moving from its idle position resting against the body of the rifle to land lightly on the trigger. Lex licked his lips and just before they reached the building when one guard would lean in to open the door, he squeezed. The rifle discharged like the well-oiled machine it was, rocking back against Lex’s shoulder.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

The bullet caught Mr. Low just above the ear and the top half of his head exploded in a shower of blood, brain matter, and bone. Pulling his eye from the scope, Lex ejected the bullet casing. It hit the tarp with a thunk, the smell of gunpowder strong in the air. Methodically, he dismantled his weapon, taking it apart piece by piece with practiced ease. Once the pieces were stowed in their case, he carefully folded the tarp, ensuring that his brass was collected and placed everything in his backpack before sliding his arms through both straps and starting on his pre-planned route out of the hills.  

They might find that spot, but they’d find no trace of Lex. He was a ghost, a wraith, a phantom, and would be gone before Mr. Low’s blood dried on the concrete.

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Prescription for Love by Aimee Nicole Walker: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Aimee Nicole Walker

“Are you going to walk me to the door like a gentleman?” I asked when Tucker pulled into my driveway and parked behind my car.

“I’m not feeling all that gentlemanly right now.” Tucker’s guard was completely down when he turned and looked at me. I saw his naked need and desire. “I will walk you through your door and press you against the foyer wall and—”

“Okay,” I said, releasing my seatbelt and opening the passenger door without waiting for a response. I didn’t wait for him to escort me to the door, but I’d only taken a few steps before I heard Tuck’s door open and shut. His footfalls were steady as he followed me, but I was willing to bet his heart was racing as quickly as mine.

My hands shook when I tried to unlock the door, and I dropped my keychain on the porch. I bent at the waist to pick it up just as Trent placed his big hands on my hips and pressed his groin to my ass. A pitiful whimper escaped through my parted lips.

“I warned you I wasn’t feeling gentlemanly,” Tuck said darkly.

I scooped my keys off the porch and straightened before my neighbors witnessed our bump and grind, but I pushed my groin tighter against the growing bulge in Tuck’s pants instead of putting space between us.

“Unlock the door, Doc.”

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