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Andino’s laughter filled the parking lot.

Heady, dark, and wicked.

But really, where was the lie?

He knew her well.

Maybe too well.

• • •

Heaven was Haven on her back, panties stuffed in her mouth, and Andino between her thighs. It was two of his fingers massaging her wet G-spot while he sucked on her throbbing clit like it was a small piece of candy he was trying to get every drop of sweetness from. It was sparks behind her eyes, and fire in her blood, and bliss.

Oh, God.

Heaven was that bliss.

She couldn’t feel anything except the magic he was working on her pussy, and that was just fine to her. Instead of her soft bed, her body felt suspended. Floating high, and riding closer to the edge of an orgasm with every passing second.

In her head, she was screaming.

Begging.

Needy, and unashamed.

Outwardly, she was silent.

Or mostly.

The panties acting like a gag in her mouth were doing their job of keeping her quiet. Andino had been right about that—she wasn’t able to maintain a respectable level of noise when he was making her come again and again.

How many times now?

Three … four?

Jesus, what did it matter?

She was so close to coming again that she didn’t even care how many times she’d come before this one. All that mattered right then was that she got to come again.

Andino’s mouth left her sex just long enough for him to whisper darkly against her inner thigh while his fingers worked her aching pussy a little harder. God, he knew her body so well—maybe too well. Better than her, anyway. He could make her come like nothing at all, and now, she struggled to reach an orgasm by herself.

The asshole.

“Come on, come on,” she heard him murmur. “Fucking give it to me. Christ, do you know how good you look spread out like this with those panties in your mouth? You’re a mess, Haven, and I love it. Fucking come. Let me taste that pussy after you’ve come again before I give you what you really want.”

His teeth bit into her leg, and Haven didn’t even try to ease the way her fingernails raked lines over his back in response. The second his mouth was back on her clit, and that tongue of his started working its magic with a harsh beat that had her shouting behind the makeshift gag in her mouth, she was done for.

Spinning.

Flying.

Blissed again.

Haven felt the loss of him between her thighs before she’d even finished shaking her way through the orgasm—it was substantial to her nerves and body; every part of her screamed to pull him back in again, and have him close.

She didn’t need to do anything.

He just knew.