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Spinelli's mouth burst with a kaleidoscope of sensation. There was an aftertaste of mint, and…was that dill? Since when had kissing Stone Cold been this titillating? The mob enforcer was a model kisser, his well-touted expertise could not be denied, but…
Something was different about this kiss. It was as though a ravenous beast had been awakened in him and Spinelli very reluctantly broke away to breathe. Panting on top of the naked, glistening torso of his partner, Spinelli felt the sudden urge to divest himself of the tee-shirt he wore. He needed the friction of skin on skin contact.
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