CHAPTER 23: TERRY
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Terry’s face rested in the crook of Maggie’s neck. He needed to move, to take her somewhere and hold her, but that’d mean he’d have to pull out of her body. He didn’t want to do that. If he’d f****d this up by asking her to touch Dale, it may be the last time she let him touch her.
Her knees buckled and his arms tightened, holding her up. She was boneless from her o****m, like living putty—warm and malleable in his arms. He needed to take care of her and make sure things were good. He pulled from her body and his heart eased a bit at her whimper. If she still wanted his d**k inside her, she didn’t hate him. He lifted her, snatching his jacket from the chair as he walked across the room. He gently placed her on the loveseat and wrapped his jacket around her. Sh
