CHAPTER 8: Maggie
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“Sorry. I think I dozed off.” Maggie slowly woke as strong hands continued to massage her muscles. She was warm and relaxed. It was heaven.
The hands moved to her shoulders and she sighed. It felt wonderful. Her body was like living mercury, fluid and yet formed. His hands worked their way down her spine, skimming along the sheet before slipping underneath. Her breath caught as he cupped her ass.
“Terry?” It had to be him.
“Shhh.” He moved his hands lower.
In her half-asleep state she hadn’t noticed that there was only one set of hands on her. Was Terry watching again? That’s what he’d wanted to do.
His hands left for a moment and then came back, slicker than before. They ran up and down her calf, soothing her muscles. She sank into the mattress. If Terry
