12 Chapter 12

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Gabe pulled away, startled, but when he saw Deuce brazenly undo the zipper on his jeans, and work his pants open, he knew what was happening. Although his first inclination was to resist, when his gaze dropped, his breath hitched at the size of the cock that pushed its way out. It looked hungry, making Gabe feel a hot, velvety feeling roiling in his groin. He could feel his own cock growing when his gaze shifted toward the deep, dark bad-boy expression that was hidden by a river of hair falling down one side of Deuce’s face. Peering out from behind it was a lazy, half-open eye that told a story of sin, sex, and forbidden liaisons.

Deuce’s look reminded him of street fights, bloody faces, curse words, and police stations, causing a red flag to go up inside his head. He might have stopped right there, sure he was looking into another world filled with characters he had sworn to wipe off the face of the Earth.

But that wasn’t Deuce—was it?

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