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SCARLETT
Sufferin’ succotash. Here I went from grade A Girl Scout, Scarlett to horny vixen Scarlett at the drop of a hat. Perhaps the conk on the head caused this amplified arousal. Maybe I’d use the conk as an excuse to have one more serving of whatever Aiden was dishing up because he was so yummy I wanted to sop him up with a biscuit.
He stroked my back as I lay in his arms and our hearts slowed to the point, so we spoke again.
“What the hell was that?” Aiden groaned.
“What the hell was what?”
“Come on.” He grabbed my chin. “That was amazing.”
“I guess,” I said and shrugged. He was right, and I was still trying to wrap my mind around what to think of it all.
“You gonna sit there and pretend like that wasn’t some of the most fantastic, if not the most fantastic, s*x you’ve ever
