Chapter Twenty-Eight
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JPOV
"So, I'm thinking if we move this, and offset with . . ."
Peter leaned over the desk, his words fading away when my thoughts drifted.
I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging his head back and bending down to lick my way up his Adam's apple, before taking possession of his mouth.
Nipping on his bottom lip, I felt him swallow convulsively, his moan vibrating through me.
My tongue entered his mouth, stroking his as he twined it around mine.
". . . the composite will have better thrust."
I choked on my coffee.
Thrust.
I'm so fucked.
I wonder what Peter would think of Jasper's daydreams.
