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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.

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