Page 42 of Maggie

He held his position for a second. “Holy fuck,” he said, out of breath.

Her body still throbbed around him. “Yes, agreed.”

He laughed. “Okay, give me a second.”

Wylder reached down to hold the condom in place, slid out of her, and disappeared into the bathroom.

Maggie sighed in pleasure and laid there a minute before she forced herself to move. She climbed off the bed and turned down the covers. She climbed under them and rested her head against a pillow.

She’d almost fallen asleep when Wylder came back to bed and slid under the covers beside her.

“Open your legs,” he murmured.

Half asleep, she did.

A warm cloth gently swiped between her legs and washed her.

Wylder pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Go back to sleep.”

“Mmkay.”

Soon, warmth surrounded her and she slept like a baby.

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