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Troy
Troy didn’t doubt Silas’s husky words that sent goosebumps racing over his skin. One plus he would give Silas—he was honest about how badly he wanted Troy and had been from the moment they’d met at the police station.
Cocky bastard pissed him off and made his body want to get off at the same time. He f****d with Troy’s head more than anyone had before.
Less than a foot separated the two men, their knees pressed together, but Troy didn’t pull away. Pleasantly buzzed, he didn’t have the strength to put distance between himself and the driven Greek god whose hazel eyes hooded with a l**t-filled look that promised a good time.
And f**k did Troy need it even if his sense of self-preservation screamed no.
He’d finished a long week at the office and an even longer day buried under a
