“What if you get tired of me and we did all of this for nothing? If you dump me in a few months, we’ll have put Brielle through—” Big Daddy scoops me up, leaving me standing on my feet as he crashes his mouth against mine, backing me up into the wooden towel rack against the wall. “Tired of you? Tired of you?” he draws the second question out, smoothing a hand over my breast, sinking his fingers into my hip with his other. “Your smart mouth keeps me intrigued, and your big heart keeps me honest. You call me on my shit, you have dreams, you’re intelligent. Talented.” His lips dust mine as he
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