“Fuck it,” I say on a forced exhale, climbing off his lap and turning to settle one leg on each side of his hips. I’m an adult, and this isn’t a big deal. I can hover so I’m not pressed right against him, and hopefully it’ll be over before my body betrays me again. “Atta girl,” he says, a boyish grin blooming across his face as he reaches out and wraps his big hands around my waist. I ignore the sparks that prickle my skin at the contact, chalking it up to the fact that I haven’t been touched in a long fucking time. This isn’t exclusive to Maddox. I’m just attention starved. I’m sure my body
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