Chapter 3-2

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They spent about an hour going over things in the classroom before Ben led the students out back to where the bikes were sitting. He’d been watching Angus as the class progressed, and the writer seemed to be growing increasingly less comfortable. And as inappropriate as it was, Ben’s mind kept wandering to the way those skinny jeans hugged Angus’s ass, and more than once he found himself growing hard at the thought of burying himself deep inside Angus’s ass, his balls pressed against the man. He could already feel the way they would slap against Angus’s skin. f**k. He wasn’t sure what was going on. Angus wasn’t his type at all. But Ben’s blood heated at the thought of marking him and making him his—something he’d never wanted in all of his thirty-five years. Not once. “Sir?” Ben pulled

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