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“Don’t ever question what I want, Haven.”

She blinked. “I rarely know what that is, though.”

“You. It’s you.”

Damn him.

Damn him straight to hell.

“I’m still going to be pissed after this moment,” she told him.

Andino grinned a little. “Oh?”

“Bet on it.”

“Shame,” he said softly.

Maybe it was.

Haven just didn’t care right then. She had something else on her mind—something that always came up whenever they were this close, and alone. A need that coursed through her system, and threatened to drown her with the intensity every single time. A want that only he could fix for her.

Him, that was.

Haven closed the very short distance between them to kiss Andino. He didn’t even hesitate to kiss her back in that familiar, rough way of his. He pushed her harder against the door while his tongue warred with hers. Those warm, strong hands of his were quick to dart beneath the skirt of her dress, and between her thighs.

She couldn’t control herself.

Didn’t want to.

She just spread her legs a little wider for him while she worked at the button and zipper on his slacks. Who cared that a whole restaurant worth of employees were just beyond the door behind her working? Who cared if they might hear?

She had one thing on her mind.

He seemed to be the same.

All of the breath in Haven’s lungs came out in a harsh whoosh of air the second two of Andino’s fingers found her cunt after sweeping beneath the gusset of her panties. There was no soft touches—no testing the waters, so to speak. Just his fingers filling her up as his thumb drove into her clit at the same time she finally got her hand wrapped around his cock beneath his boxer-briefs.

“Jesus Christ,” Andino hissed.

Maybe she’d grabbed him a little too tightly.

Stroked him too firmly.

Who knew?

His hips jerked, making his dick slide through her hands just the way he liked anyway. Even as she stroked him harder, got his cock pulsing in her palm, and ready for her, he kept working those fingers between her thighs. Making her wetter—getting her body hotter.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Haven breathed.

She was right there—ready to come, and needing it bad. And then he pulled his fingers away entirely; the loss of him was substantial.

Yet, Haven barely had time to think about it at all before she was lifted against the door. Her legs wrapped around his waist at the same time his mouth slammed against hers, and his hand was between her thighs once more. Only this time, it was to fit his cock where it needed to go—one hard thrust, and he filled her full again.

The sharp, fast flex of his hips, and the way his cock drove into her sent an ache shooting through Haven’s bloodstream. But oh, God, was it good. It only melted in with the bliss she felt when he yanked his dick out from her body, rubbed the head against her slit, and then thrust right back in again.

She was so wet.

Slicking down her thighs.