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They didn’t finish the first strip of condoms, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. It was from sheer exhaustion. Making love to Connie Davis wasn’t something any man with a lick of common sense would ever hurry.
All the concentration on details she brought to her life as a mechanic, she indulged on John’s body. He’d never bedded such a woman. Not being a complete i***t, he knew he’d never find another like her again.
He wasn’t only thinking about the s*x, though his body ached from its need for hers and was sore from the repeated sating of that need. John had also witnessed a woman of such deep-rooted passion that she made all others pale by comparison.
And play. He couldn’t get over that. Connie’s soul possessed a deep humor, another layer he’d never seen. She’d made him feel as if h
