Page 34 of Duty

“Most people call me Andi,” he said.

Haven glanced at him from the side, and her teeth cut into her lip. “Do they?”

“Everyone who knows me well enough—unless they work for me, I suppose.”

“I like Andino.”

“Oh?”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed with a sexy grin. “And, you didn’t see me asking about your bartender there, and how much she loves your dog.”

Christ.

She was beautiful.

Cutting.

And quick.

All the things Andino liked.

“Fair is fair,” he admitted.

Haven winked. “Exactly—I want to dance. So, let’s do that, Andino.”

“Demanding, too,” he murmured.

“Only when I’m not on my knees.”

Yep.

I am so fucked.

“Let’s dance, then,” he said huskily.

He chased after Haven’s laughter as she led him out onto the floor. He was beginning to find he liked the sound of her laughter as much as he liked all the many different facets of her. And he was only starting to learn things about this woman—what was he going to think when he knew everything?

Andino figured that didn’t matter.

Not now, anyway.

He found it hard to focus on anything but the way Haven’s tight ass fit perfectly against his groin once they were on the dance floor, and the music turned up a notch. Under the flashing lights, she looked like a sinful angel swaying and grinding to the beat of the song, her lips moving to sing the familiar tune.

There was no hiding how fucking hard Andino was. No pretending he didn’t want this woman—preferably, bent over some flat, sturdy surface as soon as he could possibly get her there. Was he asking for too much? He sure as hell didn’t think so.

The closer he pulled her, the more she grinned. The more he let his hands wander over her curves, and sneak up under her crop top to find the lace of her bra meeting his fingertips, the darker the blues of her eyes became. She was soft silk under his hands, and warm, too.

He bet she was wet somewhere else.

She watched him under dark, long lashes. Danced without missing a step. Whispered in his ear when he brought her closer.

She was a teasing minx.

A siren, maybe.

Too sexy for her own good, and it kept pulling Andino back in again. He didn’t mind—at least, not for tonight.

Haven’s laughter colored up his senses with something thick, and promising when her ass grinded against his groin again, and Andino groaned. His fingers dug in tight to her hips, promising something of his own if she kept that fucking shit up.