Page 67 of Haven

“Hey, big guy.”

He places his palms on either side of me, gripping the counter, and kisses the back of my neck, andho-ly hotness, I love the way this man smells when he gets out of the shower. Fresh and clean and so very, very mouthwatering.

“Hey, baby.” He nips at my ears, then presses his erection against my ass. “Is Lindy home yet?”

I shimmy my hips back, and one of his warm hands wraps around my waist, flattening under my shirt against my cool skin. “No. She and Andrew have ice time.”

“Really?” He pops open the button on my jeans and slides that same hand down, teasing my sex and coaxing a moan from my lips.

My head drops forward as the blunt tip of one finger pushes inside. “Have you been a good girl, Ashlyn?”

“Maybe,” I hum. “Is my reward better if I’m good or bad? Because I think bad sounds like more fun.”

“Depends.” He wraps my hair around his fist and yanks until his lips are on mine. “Did you make yourself come after I left this morning?”

He pulls his finger back, and I cry out at the loss. “Brandon...”

“Baby. When Lindy needed you this morning, I told you we’d finish this later. I told you not to get yourself off. Did you listen to me?”

He drags his coated finger through my drenched sex and teases my clit.

When I don’t answer fast enough, he pinches me and pleasure courses through my body. “Answer me, Ashlyn.”

I lean my head back against his chest and admit. “No. I didn’t.”

I didn’t want my fingers. I didn’t want a vibrator. I just wanted him.

I always just want him.

He picks me up and lays me out on the counter. “Good fucking girl,” he growls in my ear as he plunges in again, knuckle deep.

“Fuck...” I keen. “Right there.” With shaky hands, I grasp at his sweats, squirming with need.

He groans as his hand moves under my shirt and pushes up my bra.

When he cups my breasts and grazes his finger over my nipple, my belly tightens, and heat pools between my legs. So fucking close already.

Always so close.

With my knees bent and Brandon cradled between my thighs, I arch into him, desperate and needy. Always so needy with him. I pull his face down, and his warm tongue teases my nipple. His mouth closes around it—and fuck, yes—I tug at his head, and he teases and tugs and scrapes my nipple with his tongue and teeth.

I cry out and close my eyes, my orgasm just out of reach.

“I need you,” I murmur as I lift my hips and rock into his hand.

“Eyes on me, Ashlyn. You need to watch me fuck this greedy cunt, baby.”

God, yes. That filthy fucking mouth.

I love that voice.

That commanding tone sets my entire body on fire.

My eyes fly open as my body tightens like a bow strung tight, waiting to be used all damn day.

“Good girl.” He pulls me to him and fills me with his cock in one hard, thick, demanding thrust. We both moan before he pulls out just as quickly and carries me into the pantry, still hard against my body.

My mouth is covered with his hand just as the front-door sensor chimes, followed by the sound of people walking into the house.

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