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Charlie
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I ARRIVED IN Davenport at eleven a.m., and just as promised, Maddox met me at the airport. The moment I saw him smile in my direction, joy overwhelmed me. I wanted to throw myself into his arms, but was too shy to do anything about it. Now that we were facing each other, I could barely even speak.
“Hi,” I said, staring up at him.
“Damn, girl, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” he said, his eyes twinkling.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I replied, drinking him in. He had on low-riding blue jeans and a black form-fitting T-shirt under his cut. Everything he wore emphasized hard masculinity and muscles. I’d forgotten how sexy he was.
He pulled me into his arms, and covered my lips with his. His kiss was hard, exploding with pent-up l**t, and I matched it with my own. Whe
