She must have lost her mind. That was her only excuse for what she’d just done with Keegan.
The slight ache in her bare p***y, because Keegan still had her panties. The shaky muscles in her thighs…
Stupid.
But, oh my God.
She nearly dropped the trays she was stacking just thinking about Keegan and that little alcove.
Anyone could’ve walked in. Anyone could’ve seen them. And the gossip would start again.
That bastard she’d met at an event three years ago, who’d seemed so decent, had turned out to be a complete asshole. A married asshole.
But she’d been the one to take all the s**t for his failed marriage. How the hell anyone had ever found out she’d been the foolish nineteen-year-old who’d believed his bullshit about having just gotten out of a horrid marriage and how he thought they
