Fighting History (Fighting For Love 4)
“Joe…” Her eyes closed and he lunged forward.
She went down so fast, he almost missed her. Maggie slid down the wall, limp and pale, and he went to his knees and grabbed her shoulders before her head hit the floor. He pulled her up against his chest, touched her cheek. She was freezing cold.
“Fuck, Maggie,” he muttered. “What have you done to yourself, baby?”
He stood up, cradling her in his arms, and walked over to the sofa. He set her down on it and memory washed over him: making love to Maggie right here, her hot and writhing under him as he thrust inside her. God, he still remembered how hard she came that one night, hard enough to shake his whole body with her spasms. ****
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