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Clay sat up, swinging a leg over Jeff's body to straddle him. He grabbed both wrists and pinned them by Jeff's head, bending closer until they shared a breath between parted lips. "There's something about you, Jeff. Always something."" I'm just an ordinary guy --" Jeff stopped when Clay shook his head vigorously." You're not. You're special."" Special how?"" You taste good.Catt Ford
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All right, I figure I got a beating coming. Let's get at it."" That's not why I came."" Why did you then?"" To find out why you did it." Jeff looked at the floor. "I don't know."" Want to do it again?Catt Ford