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A few moments ago, he’d had her up against a wall, skirt shoved up to her belly button, hands in her panties, his fingers driving her straight to oblivion, and now… now he was this intense, cool, calm, and collected man.tWith a gun.t”Breanne. Are you ok?”tShe stared at him. He had his shirt loose and draped over the bulge of his gun. He looked rough-and-tumble. Baddass.tDamn it, she had a serious weakness for badass.
