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He shouldn’t have just walked away. But he had to protect Maggie from himself. Palo knew only one use for women—up with the skirt, down with the underwear, and do that deed until they both were done.
That was the lesson he’d seen in the older members of the gang. It was the lesson his foster mom had certainly taught—even offering herself to him when he was man-grown. Instead he’d taken one of the high school cheerleaders for the football team as his first time. Couldn’t even remember her first name—might not have ever known her last one.
It was the lesson that every woman in every bar had taught him.
Instead, the moment he’d touched Maggie, his world had shifted. He’d never taken his time kissing a woman. Hell, he’d screwed far more women than he’d ever kissed because that’s what wom
