CHAPTER 23: Maggie
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Terry used his foot to push a small end table next to the Saint Andrew’s Cross before setting the bowls down. He picked up a cherry. It was large and dark red with chocolate on the bottom. “Would you like one, rabbit?”
“Ah...” How was he going to give it to her? Last time, he’d done the most wonderful things with those cherries.
He popped it into his mouth and chewed. “Delicious.” He grabbed another one. “Try one. They’re very good.”
“Okay.” It did look yummy but she wanted more than fruit.
“Open up.”
She did and his eyes darkened as he gazed at her. He put it between his lips and bent until he was only a breath away from her mouth. She waited but he didn’t move and then his hand trailed up her inner thigh.
He pulled the cherry from his lips with his ot
