But still she stood, ready to get back at it. Badass and admirable.

God, woman.” He closed his fist, not bothering to count off the dozens of other things she shouldn’t do. “You give me heartburn.”“No. Those are orgasms I give you, baby.

God must think her a badass because he’d handed her this moment, and he didn’t dole out shit she couldn’t handle. That was a fact taught long ago by that miserable bitch called life.

What are you? The pregnant MacGyver?” “Best compliment I’ve had in a while.

Whatever you guys call it. Man up. Get your panties out of a wad. Put on your big boy shorts. Grow a set.