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  1. escape the cold by ,

    Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
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    2025-12-20

    Florida felt illicit. Their hotel had been on the beach, steps from the sand. Hallways had smelled of sunscreen and salt water. The view from their balcony had been sky and ocean, shades of the same blue. Everything had glistened. Everything had pulsed. Ilya had worn the skimpiest pair of swim trunks Shane had ever seen in his life. Neon blue, nearly nonexistent, low on Ilya’s hips, so Shane had spent at least five minutes every hour blinking back the shock. He had tried to read by the pool—he really had. He’d stretched out on a lounge chair, book on his chest, sunglasses on, telling himself he was being relaxed. He’d even gotten in two whole pages before the sun had vanished. “You are ignoring me,” Ilya had announced. Then he’d climbed right into Shane’s lap. Not beside him. Not over him. Straddling him. Shane’s book had sailed off his stomach and onto the pool deck. He’d reached toward it reflexively but halted when Ilya cupped his face, and his thumbs rubbed the edges of Shane’s sunglasses. or hollanov take a lil pre-holiday break in the sun

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  2. been very naughty this year by ,

    Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
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    2025-12-16

    Shane barely gets inside the door before Ilya is pressing him against it. So hard the frame rattles. His back hits the door, his heartbeat still pounding in his ears from the win. Adrenaline and muscles and, oh, the pride in his veins. A tangle of it, slick and humming in his veins. Ilya is there right away, hands at his jaw and then at his jacket, mouth nuzzling at his neck. Mouth wide, hungry, and hot, and whispering victory against Shane’s throat. Shane laughs— short, happy, gasping—because they won. Because the arena is still ringing in his ears, because Ilya is staring at him like he hung the fucking moon. “You have been very naughty this year.” He says it low, right by Shane’s ear. The words are a purr of heat against Shane’s skin. “Oh yeah?” Shane says, and he doesn’t know how his voice comes out so loose. His head tilts back against the door. Ilya hums. Lips brushing the column of his throat. “Very.” OR hollanov smut where Ilya unwraps and takes care of his favorite gift

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