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“Oh fuck, you’ll be the death of me,” Stan groaned as he rolled off a breathless Will and onto his back.
Both laughed breathlessly, staring up at the ceiling of Will’s hotel room. He reached for his wristwatch on the bedside table to look at the time.
“I have thirty-five more minutes to leave,” He groaned as he turned on his side to face Stan. “I’ll miss you.” Will rubbed his hand over his mate’s sexy six-pack and chuckled when an intense shudder shook Stan.
“Same,” Stan husked. “But I’ll use the opportunity to catch up on some work. “You have to order room service before you leave.”
“Or you could just go to the kitchen and sample everything,” Will drawled as he reached for the telephone.
“Hmm… tempting.” Stan chuckled. “I’ll have fun doing that. Just not today.”