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He was close to the edge as he pushed inside her faster, using her hips for leverage as he slammed up inside her pulsing need. April suppressed the urge to cry out with pleasure, biting her lip and letting out little rumbles of groans. She couldn’t control her body enough, though. She was going to hit her climax soon and lose complete track of any stealth required.

“Baby, I’m going to come,” she whispered as she bounced up and down.

That only encouraged Gripp even more. He shot her a mischievous grin, held onto her thighs, and began hammering into her without a single consideration for the sound.

“Oh, fuck!” April murmured.

She thrust onto his cock until she lost all sense of control. Her orgasm shot through her like lightning, and she bit into his lower lip so hard that she tasted blood. But that didn’t matter at the moment. She moved her pelvis in steady circles to soak up the climax that made her body feel like a magnificent galaxy of possibilities.

April smothered Gripp’s face with her breasts as he thrust a few more times, then spilled beautifully inside her. His buried face muffled his grunts of release, and her mouth pressed against his forehead did the same.

“Oh, April,” he growled. “Oh, April, you feel so fucking good.”

They reveled in each other’s sweaty bodies and the titillating risk of quiet. Aspen seemed to have gone about his business and went to his own bed because once they had calmed down, the only sound they could hear was the frantic beating of their hearts.

Euphoria soared through her. She lay on top of Gripp as he kissed her breasts, which were still contained in a bra for the time being. She enjoyed the urgency of the moment. It was reassuring to know they had been on the same page when it came to their attraction.

At least, she hoped that was what it meant.

After a few minutes of silent, post-coital bliss, April heard a faint sound push through the quiet. It made Gripp stop kissing her breasts, then he slowly sat up.

“What’s wrong?” she asked dozily.

“I think I heard a gunshot,” he said.

April’s body was buzzing, but she looked around and tried to tune into what Gripp was referring to. Sure enough, a crackling, thunderous sound penetrated the air, and they were both on their feet and getting dressed.

“They’re probably killing animals,” Gripp said, pulling his shirt on. “But we can’t be too careful. Let’s go.”

April dressed, feeling a strange fusion of relaxation mixed with the sudden need to bolt. She was dressed fast, and they were gone without waking Aspen. Gripp left a note near the kitchen, and they slowly crept out, Gripp holding her hand the entire way.

April thought that it was probably the dopamine blasting through her brain stem that was making her feel so comforted and drawn to Gripp. Any man who could make her come that fast was astronomically attractive anyway.

But as she followed him through the dark, the feel of his strong hand wrapped around hers, the concerned way he glanced back at her to make sure she was all right showed there was something else.

Something warm was growing inside her heart. The affection for him would only become more intense the more sex they had, the more they shared with one another. Yet, she had no desire to stop doing either of those things.

April wanted to let go of the fear of the future and stay in the moment with him, whether it was fucking in a hut or stream or walking through a forest. It was something she was no longer able to deny to herself. It would be foolish to even try.

SEVENTEEN

GRIP

Gripp wasn’t as afraid of gunshots as the average person would be. They certainly heeded a warning, which instructed him to take action sooner rather than later. He was even less concerned than usual after incredible sex with the woman who was starting to find her way into his heart.

He held her hand as they crouched through the dark, moving in the opposite direction of the echoing gunshots. He was invigorated by not only the orgasm but the excitement he saw in her eyes as they moved forward. It felt like they had done this a thousand times together and wanted to do it a thousand times more.

He found a spot amongst some mangroves to sit for a second and catch their breath. April’s eyes were bright and intrigued despite the sweat droplets forming on her forehead. He wanted to kiss them away.

“You must really have something on them,” Gripp said, removing his pack. “Something really damaging if they are looking for you this hard.”

April crouched next to him, looking off in the direction of the fading echoes. Gripp had just had her body on top of him. His muscles had trembled while deep inside her, yet he still hungered for it. It was exhilarating, even a bit scary.

“Oh, it’s very damning,” she said, breathing heavily. “It’s enough to take down several members of the U.S. government. High-ranking ones too.”

Gripp felt a flush of pride, then, without thinking, pulled her in to kiss her cheek. She turned to him with a surprised look, though one side of her mouth curled upward in satisfaction.

“That’s sexy,” he said, smirking himself. “Your mind, your bravery, it's so sexy, April.”

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