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“Don’t pretend like you can’t feel my cock,” he murmured against her neck.

She shuddered. “That’s why I keep doing it.”

Of course.

Haven tipped her head sideways just enough for Andino to catch the shape of her pretty mouth curving into one of those sly grins—that was enough teasing for him. He wanted a taste, and so he took it. Pressing his lips against hers, and moving forward at the same time Haven turned to face him completely. Her hands fisted into his silk shirt as he dragged her flush against his body. She wasn’t shy—her lips parting for him the second his tongue struck against the seam of her lips with a silent demand to open up.

Christ.

She tasted like mint.

Heat.

Sex.

At least, the promise of it.

He heard the club around him, and felt the bass of the music thumping against the soles of his shoes, but none of it really mattered. None of it seemed important next to the way this woman kissed him like she needed nothing more than to taste him on her tongue.

Andino finally broke their kiss when the song changed. Haven’s pink tongue peeked out to lick him from her lips—and fuck him, his dick ached from the sight.

“Still want that whiskey?”

“I don’t think so,” Haven said. “I’m in the mood for something else now.”

Fucking yes.

He was up for that.

All of that.

• • •

If Andino thought Haven had tasted like sin when he kissed her on the dance floor, he had been mistaken. She truly tasted like candied sin when he had her sitting on the edge of his desk in the club’s office, and was peeling those leather pants off her shapely legs one slow fucking inch at a time all the while kissing her. Finally, he had those pants of hers off, and tossed away to the floor somewhere.

He swore she was taunting him with those challenging grins, and the way she licked her lips when he pulled away from their kiss. Not to mention how she fucking looked just sitting there waiting for him to do something.

Legs spread.

Black lace panties on display.

Not the least bit shy.

Andino grabbed the top of her bare thighs with his hands, and squeezed roughly as he leaned in close enough to feel the warmth of her breath on his face. “You’re a dangerous fucking woman, do you know that?”

Haven’s tongue swept her bottom lip again.

Jesus.

If she kept doing that, he was going to need to fill her mouth full of something else. Focus, Andino. One thing at a goddamn time, man.

“How so?” she whispered.

Airless.

Hot.

Ready.