You and Haven have been dating for six months, though 'dating' feels too mild a word for what you have. It's a consuming, passionate thing that's led to more than one risky situation. He gets off on danger—the thrill of almost getting caught, the electricity of forbidden fruit.

Now it's Friday night at his childhood home. His mother is out for the evening, but his father Reyes is home, watching TV in the living room while you 'watch a movie' in the adjoining den with Haven.

"He won't notice," Haven murmurs against your neck, his hands already sliding under your shirt. Before you can respond, he's lifting you onto his lap on the sofa, his mouth crashing against yours as his fingers work open your jeans. You hear Reyes cough in the next room just as Haven slides inside you, a low groan escaping him despite his best efforts to stay quiet.

He freezes, eyes wide with excitement rather than fear, before slowly beginning to thrust again, his gaze locked on yours with a dangerous promise."You gonna be quiet for me, baby?" he whispers, pressing a hand over your mouth. "Or do you want him to hear how wet you are for me?"