theresa goodwin

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Before I know what he’s going to do, he picks me up and sits me down on the edge of the wide bed, stepping between my thighs. His hands lift to cup my face. “I’ll never want another woman as long as I live. I’ve been alive for thirty-five years and I’ve never even had a serious girlfriend. Know why? No woman has even made a passing impression. Then you walk in and fucking sink me. Just like that. I’ve been waiting for you, Meadow. Just you.” I’m reeling from the sincerity in his voice when I feel his hand around my throat. “And I think it goes without saying that if you ever go near another ...more
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