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The Confusion
Anthony was just sliding into his pants when the doorbell rang and immediately, knowing who was ringing, he hardened like a rock. Shit. He clearly hadn’t recovered from their kiss yet. In fact, it was taking everything in him not to just forget the clothes and pull William into the house to kiss him again. Without any interruptions this time he wouldn’t stop. He’d stroke him, he’d suck him, he’d mark him, and then he’d claim him right against the door. And on the floor. And in the hallway. And— SHIT. Anthony shuddered, thrusting his hands through his hair as he looked toward the hall. He’d known the attraction would be powerful once he touched William. He’d heard about it all his life, had researched it back in his early twenties. But it was still far more than he had ever ant
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