“Dig your nails in my back,” he’d whispered last night. In the cold light of morning, he didn’t know why he had asked. He supposed the lizard part of his brain had taken over and it had conveniently forgotten that Darlene didn’t like to be the aggressor. But he had needed that aggression last night. He had needed it to chase away the pictures on Jeff Spearman’s phone that were now pictures in his head. He had wanted to feel … anything besides disgust. Say what you will about her, but Kellie never had a problem with aggression. In fact, she craved it. If she had been in his bed last night,
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