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    "You have been playing like this?" Ilya mused. "With this? For how long?"

    Hollander's mouth was flat. "Two weeks."

    "Wow." Ilya let out a low whistle. "Pussy makes you better at hockey."

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    09 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 55

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    "I get hard watching you play,” he confessed to Ilya three weeks ago.

    “We will have to have some fun with that.”

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    Shane agrees to what he thinks will be a simple task: make himself come every time Ilya scores a goal.

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    09 Jun 2026

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    “Let me take care of you, Connie,” Hudson presses, brushing a kiss to the corner of Connor’s mouth. “Let me make you feel good.”

    The night after the Golden Globes.

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    03 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 36

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    Ilya stared at him with a love drunk smile on his face.

    Shane pointed to the mop bucket and sponges on the ground to their left.

    “You want to clean for me?” Ilya asked in earnest.

    Shane laughed and shook his head.

    “No my love. YOU are going to clean for ME.”

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    When Ilya becomes a bit of a slob Shane decides it’s time to teach him a sexy lesson.

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    02 Jun 2026

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    “Fuck, that’s good. You feel so good,” Shane moans above him.

    He pulls him down again, and this time he holds him there, his hands firm on Ilya’s head. Instinctively, Ilya fights it, his throat spasming around the intrusion, and he tries to pull off, but Shane holds him there.

    “Ah, ah. No. That’s not how you say it’s too much. You tap my leg, remember?”

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    Immediate sequel to 'I Keep Telling Myself, I'm not the Desperate Type'
    Stoner frat boy Ilya x cool, jock Shane

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    01 Jun 2026