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She laughs. “That would make you a very, very naughty captain.”

I give her my evil grin. “You don’t know what I’m capable of when I’m in the mood.”

“Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea.”

We kiss, the familiar heat rising between us. I’m about to actually suggest sneaking away, but then I hear Alycia’s voice.

“Okay, guys, break it up,” she says. “There’ll be plenty of time for that later. Right now it’s time to eat.”

We pull apart. I see Alycia has Raul by her side. He’s standing close, but not too close.

I have to ask her at some point what exactly is happening between them because whatever it is, I have a feeling she won’t be sleeping alone in that spare room for long.

We enter the restaurant and are greeted by Sofia. Though it’s packed, Raul has asked her to always save a table for us. She leads us to a large table in the corner, where the rest of the team are already sitting.

There’s food and drinks waiting for us, and we dig in. The mood is light and conversation flows easily.

I sit next to Valentina, and her hand slides onto my thigh under the table. She’s teasing me, making me wet. When I look at her, she smirks.

I know what she’s doing. She wants to torture me. To tease me until I beg her to fuck me.

I love it when she does that. It makes me so damn horny.

Fuck, I’ll make her pay for getting me this worked up when we have to wait.

“You’re evil,” I whisper in her ear.

She chuckles, then nibbles on my earlobe again. “You love it.”

I do, but I’m also disciplined. I wouldn’t have gotten where I am if I weren’t.

“Thirty minutes,” I tell her. “That’s all the time you have before I’m taking you home and fucking your brains out. Got it?”

She licks her lips. “Got it.”

We share a smile and then get back to our food. We enjoy the moment, the company, and the victory.

But I can’t wait for the thirty minutes to be over.

***

The ride home is tense. Valentina is driving while I ride shotgun. I can feel the heat radiating from her body. Her hands are gripping the steering wheel white-knuckled, the veins prominent. I can smell her perfume, her sweat, and her arousal. She’s as turned on as I am, and it’s driving me crazy.

“Fuck this,” I mutter and slide a hand between her thighs.

She gasps. The car swerves a little. I smirk and press harder, feeling her heat through her jeans. She moans, bites her lip. She’s trying to focus on the road, but I’m making it hard for her.

“Lexa,” she breathes. “What are you doing?”

“Making you pay,” I say, and unbutton her jeans. I slide my hand in and pull aside her panties. I touch her bare skin. She’s hot, slick, and throbbing.

“Shit,” she curses, speeding up. “We’re almost there.”

“I can’t wait,” I say, rubbing her clit with my thumb. She jerks and lets out a cry. I can feel how close she is. “I suggest you safely stop somewhere close by.”

She drives just long enough to take us to a secluded place with a view of the sea. No one’s around because it’s late. She pulls over, and turns off the engine. She looks at me with eyes that are dark and hungry.

“Get out,” she orders.