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MEGAN
After s*x, I kicked Hayes out. He talked a good game about staying the night, but after I told him not to talk, I’d dropped to my knees. I figured he couldn’t ask any questions if he was too focused on his d**k in my mouth. I certainly couldn’t answer any. When I’d swallowed the last drop of his release, he’d lifted me and tossed me onto the bed, returning the favor.
He hadn’t wanted to leave, but there was no way in hell I was doing pillow talk. He’d given in, but I could tell he hadn’t been happy.
Too bad. I wasn’t happy either. He’d seen Burns and his men. He was smart, but a preschooler could tell they didn’t belong in Sparks. I didn’t want him knowing anything about this, about Burns or my dad or what I was up against.
Hayes was a Navy SEAL–he fought for his country. Ser
