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Grasping the wooden table hard enough to almost splinter it, Kaden gritted his teeth together and groaned. It was difficult not to get hard when Deiru said something like that, and having his foot digging into his groin wasn't really helping with that either.
"You're...so getting punished when we're home." Kaden said through his clenched jaw, excitement as well as irritation in his eyes. As he was about to shift again and move, he heard a little bell and glanced at the man at the counter, gesturing it was done.
Kaden took his wallet out, passing it to Deiru and scowling. "You do it! I can't get up right now or else everyone will see my raging hard on." Kaden grumbled.
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~Ernest Gaines
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