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SCARLETT
I’d promised myself a hookup. That’s all. And my lusty lady parts were having none of it, sending me minute-by-minute reminders they intended to go on strike by keeping every pair of panties I owned soaked beyond all functionality. My practical side took the podium and tried to talk some sense into the traitorous t**t.
Look, you can’t open your legs for every Tom, d**k, and Harry that shows up in your barn, just because he treats you and your p***y like royalty. s*x with Darwood was like eating the food scraps I fed to the chickens, versus having the prime rib, mashed potatoes, green beans with butter, and fresh baked apple pie meal that Aiden laid on my table.
Allowing a man in my bed for the first time since becoming free of Dead Weight Darwood did not disappoint. Of cour
