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-against its tight confines.
" Let me tell you again; you've got such a fat fucking mouth. . .make it ๐๐๐ฒ๐ณ๐๐น for once in your pathetic life. "
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" I am. What about it? "
Continuing to smother the fucker's face in his crotch, the detective shifts his force just a bit, so Lash could feel his growing erection pressed up against him. Even through the leather, Abrams feels his warm breath tickle his need, straining-
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โ body, cheek grazing the buttons of his shirt and his belt buckle. He stops, predictably, at his crotch.
โ Now, get to work, Jacob. โ
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โ Good, good. . . โ
Abrams takes a deep breath, Lash feeling the detectiveโs wide chest rise and fall with his hands, then his cheek.
He just moved his hand to the back of the otherโs head, pressing it against his frame. He drags that head further and further down hisโ
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- neck of his tank top, pulling him right up against the detective.
" If you tell ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ about this, you're dead. "
If there was one thing Lash didn't lie about, it's that he had a great body. . .
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" Not like that! You. . .You know what I. . . "
Abrams sighed. He didn't mean for it to sound like ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต, but the words left his mouth before he could realize. This man always made him flustered.
He took a second to recompose himself, before grabbing Lash by the-
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