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Chapter 3
For the rest of the day, Jerry’s thoughts weren’t far from Quin. He imagined what that rail-thin body would feel like in his arms, and pictured running his hands through that thick mess of hair. In his mind, he saw Quin on all fours, begging Jerry to mount him. He saw his hard c**k parting those narrow buttocks, saw Quin’s back arch as he entered, saw his hands fist in the mop of dark hair as he tugged Quin’s head up while they f****d. Yes, he was definitely looking forward to getting off tonight. At quarter to six, Quin knocked on Jerry’s office door. He looked up from his laptop, which was running smoothly now, and gave Quin a sexy grin. “Hey there. I’m just finishing up.” Quin leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, hip jutting at a sharp angle. “You really should use the Mac.”
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