Chapter 11 Still breathing? šŸ”ž

The bedroom door closed behind them with a soft,final click.

Falcone’s hand slid beneath Cedric’s unbuttoned shirt, fingers tracing the taut line of his abdomen. "You think too much," he murmured, breath hot against Cedric’s ear. "Stop thinking." His teeth grazed the pulse point beneath Cedric’s jaw...

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