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16. You Won’t Believe the Day I’ve Had
Sixteen You Won’t Believe the Day I’ve Had ????? ????????? ???? That beer is the last thing Hugh remembers before the surrounding crowd starts chanting his name. They’re cheering for Hugh to “get his” as they did for Grant and Kristopher. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that he’s in the middle of delivering a ravenous kiss of his own. To…well, to the woman in his arms. She’s so warm. So soft. Hugh has never before experienced anything like this kiss. He suddenly understands the look that flashed across Grant’s face before he grabbed hold of Kristopher. It was hunger. Raw, all-consuming hunger. The woman groans into his mouth as if echoing his thoughts. Deeper. He wants to go deeper. Hugh lifts her and wraps her legs around his waist, needing to get closer. He loathes t
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