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... hush of tires over smooth asphalt, and the slow, uneven rhythm of their breathing. The cabin was warm, dim, edged with gold from passing lights. The scent of wine lingered faintly between them, mingling with something sharper, Lucas’s pheromones, delicate but unmistakable.
The leather creaked softly as Trevor shifted, hands steady, and eased Lucas into his lap. Lucas straddled him without protest, thighs bracketing Trevor’s hips, arms resting on his shoulders like he’d done this before. ...
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