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TARA

“Tara.” God, my name sounded like a song from heaven, despite his voice hoarse with need.

“What?” My post-orgasmic fogged-filed brain tried to process his words.

“Condom. Drawer.”

“Oh.” I reached out and opened the drawer. There were condoms. I grabbed plenty and dropped them in bed.

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