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Her body felt overheated, and far too overworked. Every muscle screamed as it clenched in preparation for relief—it was coming again.

Fast.

“Fuck, yeah,” Andino said, the words practically dragging their way out of his mouth through his gritted teeth, “show me what you’ve got, baby.”

He fucked her until her throat felt raw from trying to hold back her screams; until her body was numb and she just couldn’t come anymore; until he had to put her on her knees, and take her from behind because she’d used up every bit of strength she had.

And even then, the second he let out that quiet, deep fuck under his breath and pulled away from her, she rolled over and waited. Finally took those panties out of her mouth, and begged with raspy, soft words as he tugged on his cock above her with hard jerks of his fist around his shaft.

“Please, Andino.”

She loved the way he looked when he came. Loved it even more when she was able to watch him paint her body with his seed. There was something raw about the way his eyes drifted over the milky white fluids spilled across her chest, and smeared along her ink.

Something beautiful.

Haven would miss that, she knew. When he broke her heart—because he would, that much was painfully clear about this thing between them—she was going to miss this.

She would miss him.

• • •

“Get up, and let me say goodbye to you,” Haven heard murmured along the shell of her ear. Still half asleep, she managed a smile when Andino’s lips grazed the spot that always made her hot, and shivering. It sent strong memories of the night before flooding her mind which only served to make her body heat up. This man didn’t even realize the kind of effect he had on her. How could he? “Come on, get up.”

His strong hands urged her to turn, so she rolled to her back. Unfortunately, she found he had already pulled on his suit from the night before, and even had his tweed coat slung over his arm, too. He was ready to leave, and she just wanted to yank him back in bed, and keep him there with her for a few more hours.

Who could blame her?

“You’re leaving already?” she asked.

Andino grinned even as his brows lifted. “It’s five in the morning.”

Was it?

That was a big nope from her.

“What is wrong with you? This is too early.”

Andino’s husky laughter was only muffled when he bent down, and pressed a hard kiss to Haven’s still tender lips. It hadn’t just been her pussy that he’d put to use the night before, not that she was complaining.

“I don’t want to make your roommate and her daughter uncomfortable,” he said, pulling away from her far too soon for her liking. “And I have a big day today.”

Haven abused her bottom lip with her teeth. “It’s Valentine’s day, Andino.”

He was too busy adjusting the cufflink on his dress shirt to notice the way she fidgeted and waited for a reply.

“Yeah, I know—big party at my grandparents’ mansion today.”

“For Valentine’s.”

“They always throw a party whenever they can. The Marcellos like showing off.”

“I suppose I’m not invited, huh?”

Finally, he looked at her again, and his face said it all.

Haven’s smile was gone. “Yeah.”

“It’s just a party.”