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Kelsea groaned and rolled over. Every inch of her ached. She hadn’t felt so good in… maybe ever. It was sad, really. She was a grown woman with a healthy s*x drive, but Jaymes was the first man who had any interest in trying to fill it.
Boy, did he fill it. And her. Her thighs tingled with the memory of him stretching her as he entered her from behind.
She’d never felt so cherished as she did with Jaymes. He constantly asked how she felt, and not in the way Maxwell did where he wasn’t sure of himself, but in a sexy way where he was trying to make it as good for her as possible.
Maxwell.
Her heart hurt thinking about him. She didn’t love him, but she didn’t like the idea of someone hurting him, killing him, because of her. It wasn’t fair. And it wasn’t right.
Jaymes stirred beside
