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Chapter Eighty-Eight

Author: Billie Summer
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Noah kicked the bedroom door shut with a soft thud, never loosening his hold on her. April giggled against his mouth, her hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, her body molding to his.

He didn’t rush. He kissed her slowly, deeply, his tongue teasing her lips until she opened for him, tasting her with a hunger that simmered beneath the surface. His mouth devoured hers, coaxing, teasing, claiming. Every stroke of his tongue was a promise: tonight, he was going to worship her.

April whimpered softly, pressing into him. Her scent surrounded him, sweet and clean, a heady mix of her shampoo and her skin. He couldn’t get enough.

Noah’s mouth traced the corner of her lips, down the line of her jaw, savoring the faint taste of her skin. He pressed kisses to the hollow beneath her ear, nipping lightly at her earlobe, feeling her shiver in his arms.

“Noah,” she breathed, fingers sliding up into his hair, tugging lightly.

He growled low in his throat, hands sliding to the b
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Jha
Waiting for Max ang Poppy's story...
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Eunice K
That was a hot chp! Love how Noah finally understands and treasures the gift of this second chance. Love how he treasures his marriage and is putting the effort daily. Marriage is hard work and they are both putting each other's needs first through honesty, trust, and open connunication. Well done!
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