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Shane was not into public sex.
Still, he was watching the porn video at Ilya's insistence.
"You see?"
"See what, exactly?" His breathing was faster than normal, his voice a little rougher, his pants uncomfortably tighter.
"Maybe we can..."
"Here?" Shane squeaked.
"Road is deserted. Is late. No one around." Ilya reached across the console and pressed his palm against Shane's erection. "Tow truck not for at least an hour."
"No." But Shane's gaze drifted back to the video. His hips thrust up of their own accord.
"Okay." Ilya sat back in his seat.
"What?!"
"You said no. Is okay."