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|My entry is actually a peek into an event that happened between two characters one of my works in progress - Dirty Secrets and Designer Heels.|
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Slyly, Beau cut his eyes at Marcus, dragging his fingertips suggestively down his bare chest.
Goddammit, the rich bastard was just taunting him.
Being the scholarship kid was easier since he and Beau had fist-fought their way to friendship, but one day, he was gonna fuck the heir-apparent to this damn city, Marcus vowed, picturing Beau on his knees, his blue eyes filled with something besides arrogance and Marc’s hard cock replacing that silver spoon in his mouth.
Marcus grinned cockily; a warning and a promise.
His heart pounded like the Atlantic against The Battery when Beau smiled back.