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Vivian
Holy s**t. Was I crazy? Had I lost my mind and all common sense?
What had I gotten myself into?
Maxus carried me over his shoulder like a caveman. I should have protested, but my lips were still tingling from his kiss. My entire body was nothing but melted butter trying to mold every one of my curves to Maxus’s muscled frame. My core was empty. Throbbing. My n*****s were still hard, taut peaks. I ached. For him. A stranger. And I had to bite my lip to keep from nibbling on his bare back. I had my hands in fists so I didn’t reach for his a*s beneath the shorts he was wearing. I wasn’t angry, I was aroused, despite the fact that he refused to put me down.
I should have been outraged. Insulted. Not hoping he would take me to his place and r****h me. “The pizza place is in the op
