He gripped his subordinate's fair, smooth ankle, his fingertips rubbing subtly against the delicate skin in a gesture of extreme intimacy.
Siegel pressed his lips into a thin line; his heart trembled uncontrollably, and his deep eyes emitted a dark, emerald glow.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. Lowering his gaze, he traced the line of his brother’s fair ankle, peering through the loose trouser leg toward the depth of his sturdy calf. His expression darkened.
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