Chapter 38

Maggie finally woke up and when she did she was alone in the room. She smiled and stretched out on her side feeling the cramps that came as a result of sex last night. It was so good. But who was it again? She smiled as she closed her eyes to remember…his dark hair, the feel of his hands, his cock inside her…Lance!

Maggie sat up with a start the smile disappearing off her face completely. Fucking Lance!

How? How had he gotten here?

She knew she wasn’t mistaken. She had felt him! That familiar touch of his hands, the soft touch of his mouth against her skin. She remembered everything! She remembered going down the length of his body and…oh God she sucked his cock! What was she thinking?

She scrambled off the bed noting the stains on the rumpled sheets and her stomach rolled. Was I out of my fucking mind fucking the enemy like a slut?! She railed against herself.

Maggie snatched the closest thing she could find to put on, it was a robe, and she marched outside to fight Lance. The bastar