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  1. Public Bookmark 31

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    “Shane.” Ilya uses two fingers to close the lid of the laptop gently, ignoring Shane’s huff of protest. He places one hand on the side of Shane’s face, drawing his attention up. “You are thinking too much.”

    Shane swallows and takes a second to look at the floor before meeting Ilya’s eyes again. He nods once, conceding the point. “Can’t help it,” he mutters.

    The corners of Ilya’s lips curl up in a crooked smile. “No,” he agrees, leaning forward to press his lips to Shane’s in a soft kiss. “But I can.”

    It's the night before the first Game Changers camp, and Shane can't figure out how to stop himself from stressing. Luckily, Ilya has a solution for that.

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    “If you wanted to be more… dominant. With me. I would…” Shane was sure his flush was spreading away from his cheeks down his neck and towards his chest. “I would like that. I would really like that.”

    He was barely aware he’d screwed his eyes shut in flustered embarrassment until Ilya, after a moment of silence, murmured his first name again. Shane opened them, dragged his eyes towards the screen, and felt his mouth go dry.

    Ilya was rubbing his fingers thoughtfully against the seam of his plush lips. His eyes looked dark, lust obvious. “You like being submissive for me, Hollander?”

    Of fucking course Ilya would know that word.

    Ilya had another day left in Moscow. Shane couldn’t stop thinking about him. (Or, oddly enough, Wayne Gretzky.)

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    Langdon was leaning back on his elbows, long legs stretched out, fiddling absently with something at the base of his throat. It took her a moment to realize what it was—the first necklace she’d given him, the matte black piece swinging gently against his scrub top as his fingers worried the edges.

    He was sweetly holding onto it, like it was a lifeline. Something about the sight tugged at her heart.

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  4. Public Bookmark 39

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    “Is it weird I want to ride you while you bench?” she asks.

    Ricky’s arms jerk under him. He catches himself, pushing upright again and flipping onto his back, feet planted apart as he shifts fluidly into sit-ups. “It’s not weird,” he says, with none of the bravado Esther might once have expected from a guy who looks like him. It’s not an ‘of course you’d want to fuck me, I’m hot,’ but a ‘I love you and all your desires are valid,’ and it just makes Esther want to take a bite out of him. Or maybe that’s the view of his flexing abs every time he does another sit-up. “It’s kind of unsafe, though,” he adds. “Definitely not good workout procedure.”

    Day Five: Sweat

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  5. Public Bookmark 79

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    So anyway that's how Allison finds herself being fucked within an inch of her life in the girl's locker room after hours.

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