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“I was joking when I said my ass was your gift,” Bitty says, peering over his shoulder at Jack’s work.
“I wasn’t.” Jack presses a kiss to the back of Bitty’s neck, trailing his lips down each vertebra in Bitty’s spine until he gets to where the bow rests against the swell of his ass. “It’s the best gift.”
“You hush,” Bitty says, but Jack can practically hear his smile.
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