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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">One hand clattered back against the counter while her other found a place on Rafael's chest. His body warmed and vibrated against hers, the thin layers of their clothes doing nothing to plunge away the remnants of how well their figures worked against one another. Aven was tempted to pull him in again, kiss him until kissing turned into fucking and they both were sore and aching all over. Swallowing hard, Aven's ruby lips parted, sucking in the velvety custard from his lifted spoon.  She kept her eyes on him, deceptively doe-like considering her wayward thoughts leading her to a spot where she was on her knees for him instead and tasting another something creamy.  The warm flavors of vanilla and sugar sweetened her tongue and a sigh of a moan left her lips. <br/>
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His comment along with the reminder that their little dreamy escapade was coming to an end induced Aven to remember the full consequence of their actions. What they'd done was wrong. <i>So</i> wrong and yet the regret never came. Not once did Aven feel the desire to retract from Rafel, withdraw the way he'd kissed her and the way she kissed him back just as rapaciously. How could she when their bodies had melted so perfectly against one another? Spending her nights with Rafael like this was a constant reminder of the masterful language they'd designed with one another - a jargon and swiftness in raunchy movement that only the couple could ever really decipher. <br/>
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And yet the situation they were in prompted Aven to recall that it hadn't been enough for Rafael. Not enough to leave Danielle. Aven's fingers tangled into the raven locks of Rafael's hair, matting the disheveled strands down from their fucking. "You can't say stuff like that, Raf," Aven whispered. This couldn't be anything more than fucking. What they were doing wasn't going to be like last time where Aven had thrown her everything into him only to beg for scraps of his attention. She still cared for Sebastian, but fuck, she cared so much for Rafael too. And yet even now, she couldn't tell him that. Even now after having his hands wrapped in her hair and his lips twisted against hers, she couldn't. <br/>
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"I invited Sebastian to come to the opening tomorrow. I didn't tell him about you yet, but I always planned to tell him," Aven murmured, her fingers working down the buttons of his shirt. She pressed forward to kiss at his neck, her tongue lightly tracing over his stubble before she nosed the spot right beneath his earlobe, inhaling Rafael's cologne. He always smelled <i>so</i> good. No one portion of him left Aven the opposite of inebriated. If she could spend the rest of her days like this with him, Aven would have no complaints about it, but this was reality. He had a wife to get home to and a kid. <br/>
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"Can you spare a few more minutes?" Aven whispered against his ear, her respiring breath steaming over delicate skin. Tugging at his lobe lightly with her teeth, Aven tenderly pressed the flat of her palms against his chest and pushed him back until his lower back hit the edge of the other counter. She dropped to her knees in an instant, fingers working at the jeans he'd just pulled on. Her plump lips pressed against the crotch of his jeans, hands working the denim down until his cock was out and until her wet mouth wrapped around his tip, a hum leaving her lips on instinct. Fuck, she loved having her mouth wrapped around him. <br/>
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