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maniacal laughter when I glowered. “Oh, shut up!”
“I’m sorry,” she wheezed. “But this is actually hilarious. I
remember how stubborn you were. You were so determined
not to fall for him. Remember those days? Ah, the good ole
days.”
I shoved my middle finger in her face, and she laughed
even harder. Rolling my eyes, I elbowed her in the ribs.
She gasped and then grinned. Mischief flashed in her
wide grey eyes. “How’s the sex? Please tell me his dick
game is as good as it has been hyped up to be.”
I flushed, feeling the heat go up my neck and on my
face. “Better than the hype,” I admitted hoarsely, my lips
twisted in a rueful smile.
The sex was… mind-blowing.
But it was the intimacy that had my heart clenching and
stomach fluttering like a silly teenage girl with a new
crush.
It wasn’t just physical with Maddox; it wasn’t just sex –
no – it was more. Maddox took his time to learn how I liked
to be touched and to know my sensitive spots.
I was naked, vulnerable, and opened to him, body, scars
and all, but he made me feel like I was the most beautiful,
the most desired woman on the whole damn planet. The
intimacy between us transcended the physical… it was all
about the feel.
That made the sex mind-blowing.
That and his… very thick, very long, very girthy…
distracting cock.
My sex clenched, at the reminder, and I squeezed my
thighs together, feeling the pulsing need in the pit of my
stomach.
“Well, at least you’re getting some,” Riley said, reaching
for her popcorn again. She placed the bowl on her lap and
shoved a fistful in her mouth. “My vagina is as dry as the
Sahara Desert.”