Xavier Ryan’s tattooed, muscular frame pins Michael Roman against the glass as his lips crash into the younger man’s mouth, fingers digging into his slim hips to hold him still. The window behind them blurs the line between inside and outside, but nothing matters except the way Ryan’s grip tightens when Roman arches into the kiss, his breath ragged. Their bodies press together hard, the only sound the wet slap of skin against skin.
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