CHAPTER 6: Maggie
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Maggie stood in her kitchen, holding a bottle of cold water against her forehead. Damn, Terry. She didn’t have time for this. She knew she shouldn’t have let him in the house. Now, all she wanted to do was touch him and have him touch her—to feel like a woman again. And oh, those orgasms...She’d give up chocolate for one of those.
“You’ve been a naughty girl.” His rich, dark voice sent desire racing down her spine and coiling between her legs.
“We can’t.” She put on her sternest face and turned toward him. His delicious smile and the heat in his dark eyes made her knees buckle but the vibrator—her vibrator, her secret shame—in his hands made her want to run from the room. This was so embarrassing. She’d been married. If her husband had wanted her, she wouldn
