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Prologue

Bryant

Six Years Ago

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Maggieover into my lap

I’ hard from the way she worked htly over my shaft that it fits like a second skin

“Lots of people fuck in the backseat of their car, Maggie Hell, this isn’t even the first ti the ends of her dress up and sliding ie is always so hot to the touch Sometimes, I think she’s branded me with her fire I fell in love with her when I was sixteen, and here I a addicted to her

A wo to anyone—especially me

I push those thoughts froie

“Those people are teenagers, Bryant We’re definitely not that any longer,” she huffs

My fingers snake up to the waistband of her panties, curling in on each side and gathering it to rip theie, you rowl as I finish tearing the ruined fabric from her body

“Right now, you feel young,” she groans, wrapping her hand around the base of

“It’s not like I’m old,” I hiss “Twenty-nine is not old Besides, I’ condom you made me suit up in”

“Quit bitching No condom would mean none of this,” she responds and with that, slides down onevery inch ofher

“God, you’re squeezing the fuck out ofin her ear, biting on the lobe and then continuing the path along the side of her neck, in just the way she likes

That’s the thing about ets us fired up, pushes us to the brink, throws us over the edge Being with her after all this tih to make it work, I have no damn idea I didn’t knoe divorced, and now, all this time later, I still don’t

What I do know is that Maggie Lucas owns me body and soul