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“Once I commit to something, you can’t stop me.”
A dry laugh pushes from him. He leans up to get a good look at me. “What are we doing?”
“I’m helping a friend out of a hard situation.” My eyes lock with his, and there’s sadness mirrored between us.
“Helping a friend,” he whispers as his mouth falls over mine in a fury.
My hands ride up over the length of him, taking in his ridges, the tender tip.
Jaxson unleashes a frenzy of fevered kisses, and I meet him right there. Here we are, just the two of us. No voyeurs, no pretenses.
Just—friends.
