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"You’re a zebra with a lion’s jaws deep in your neck, a man with a gun pointed at his temple. Forgive me if I don’t entirely believe you.” Wash almost purred out gyrating his hips slowly against Simmons.
It was too much. Overwhelming in a rather masochistic way. He wanted more but couldn’t find the voice to speak. The thought of being so thoroughly dominated was a secret wish he held deep inside, burying it as deep as possible. Yes Simmons loved control. But giving up control he never necessarily possessed, rocketed heat through the pit of his stomach.
Perhaps both men were out of their minds. It was nauseating that Wash so perfectly fit the other half of the red head’s puzzle. Simmons felt very sick and aroused all at once. And again the question of ‘how did this happen’ rolled around in his muddled brain.
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Simmons interrupts Wash's training session and gets more then he bargained for.Series
- Part 5 of Guns, Lace, Sweat, Heat