CHAPTER 33: Maggie
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Maggie opened her eyes, blinking in the semi-dark room. This wasn’t her house and then she remembered. She’d had s*x, lots of it, with Terry. She grimaced at the pinch of pain between her legs but it was so worth it. She’d never, ever had orgasms like she’d had last night. She rolled over to find her stud—correction, her temporary stud—but the bed was empty.
The curtains were drawn and the room was dark except for a little sunshine that peeked in from the bathroom. What time was it? She crawled out of bed but there was no clock. Her phone and purse were in the living room and so were her clothes. She couldn’t walk out there n***d. It was bad enough he’d seen her body at night. She wasn’t going to parade around in her birthday suit in the stark
