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Gripp squeezed her knee again, then stood. He held out a hand to her with that handsome smile still strung across his face. “I know, sweetheart,” he said. “We’re almost there, though. You’re such a f*****g badass.” April felt something bloom in her heart that she’d never felt before. She could no longer deny it. She wanted him in more ways than just the physical. She took his hand, and he pulled her into him. Her breasts brushed against his chest, and she gasped. He lifted her chin, and they kissed softly. “I like being your badass,” she whispered. The sparks between them were palpable. But they couldn’t keep stopping to make love, though April would never complain. Gripp kissed her again, lips pressed so hard she tilted backward. When she opened her mouth for him, he pulled away, th
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