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Declan barked a laugh and rolled to her side. “Understatement.” He turned his head to look at her. “You okay?”

She offered him a soft smile. “Never better. How about you? Those ribs got a workout.”

“They’re burning, but nothing too terrible. I’ll live.” He sat up. “I’ll be right back.” He went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom, then rejoined her.

Maggie draped an arm over his stomach and propped her head on his shoulder. A yawn cracked her jaw. He followed with a bigger one.

“We should probably sleep.”

His low voice rumbled over her nerve endings, sending a thrill through her. Would she ever get enough of this man? He just set her on fire and left her in a pile of sated goo, and she already wanted him again.

Another yawn overtook her. Some of the desire faded as fatigue finally settled in. “Yeah. We have a lot to do tomorrow.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Sweet dreams, Mags.”

She smiled against his shoulder, closing her eyes. “Mmm. G’night.”

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