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</span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">“I know.” It was a bit unusual maybe for him to take responsibility for his actions; at least one thing from his AA meetings seemed to stick. His addictions lied outside of drinking though and it seemed he was still not ready to quit his addiction of all: adultery. But his feelings were different from any man that couldn’t keep it in his pants. Rafael was not a saint and Aven wasn’t his first. Though she was the first woman he was to love outside of his relationship with Danielle and he knew it was why Danielle harbored such feelings of anger and resentment.<br/>
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He tightened his hold on her hips, his palms rounding over and gripping her butt cheeks to hold her closer to him. He turned as soft as the custard from the crème brulee under her touch, even if the words that spilled from her lips were less than pleasant. Rafael had managed to talk Danielle out of the opening, at first because he knew he'd been stressed and paid little attention to anything outside of the kitchen. With the tension between them upon her knowing that Aven was working with him, he’d hope it would just prevent any more conflict. It seemed maybe their fight would keep her from showing up. Sebastian's presence would be a nuisance and Rafael would've said so had he not been distracted by the soft feel of Aven’s lips along his neck.<br/>
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<i>"Can you spare a few more minutes?"<br/>
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They were pushing in on three in the morning and he knew that wouldn’t be long before the prep team was set to come into the restaurant, especially with the opening being the next day. Aven’s dainty fingers were hard against his chest though and he didn’t dare fight against her even with the warning signs. His piercing blues stared down at the blonde vixen as she undid the zipper of his pants. He wiggled his hands, watching as the denim shrugged over his thighs and fell to his feet.<br/>
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He didn’t work on a response, his head instead lolling back and enjoying the pull of her lips against his still tender cock. The head twitched against the opening and Rafael hissed as the roof of her mouth caught the tip in such a way that had him clutching the back of her head to send it even deeper. He wasn’t shy about control, but they both knew each other's body well enough.<br/>
“Is this my prize?” Rafael teased in a husky whisper. “Or you just remember how much of a sore loser I am?” He reached forward to brush his fingers through her hair, catching the strands at the nap on her neck. “A few more minutes,” he managed through a stressed moan.<br/>
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