“I can take care of you.”

April gazed at him. “I don’t want you to take care of me.”

He spoke her name, to which she shook her head. “No, I don’t need you to take care of me.”

Henry didn’t argue with her, and she made him a pile of pancakes, which he devoured.

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One week later

Henry watched April serve a table across from him. The table of businessmen were drinking a little too much for his liking. His companion, a business associate with a new venture into computer games, kept talking. He wasn’t listening, more concerned with his woman dealing with the rowdy crowd.

Marcel wouldn’t let her serve him as April had requested it. For the last week she’d kept her distance, and they still hadn’t discussed his admission to her. He spent time around her place, and she rarely spoke to him.

Giving her space wasn’t helping their situation. If anything, he felt her distancing herself from him.

“Excuse me a moment.” He cut the man off and walked toward the kitchen. Marcel was singing as he cooked. The staff around him was joining in when they could, and the spirit within the kitchen was good. “Marcel, I need a word.”

“I’m busy.”

“I want April moved from the table.”

“Can’t do it, Henry. She has to complain for me to move her. Dealing with rowdy men is her deal.” Marcel didn’t look up from the vegetables he was flipping.

Spinning on his heel, Henry saw April glaring at him in the doorway.

“A word,” she said.

“Take my office, kids. I don’t need the customers to see a fight,” Marcel called after them.

April walked toward Marcel’s office, and Henry closed the door behind him.

“What the hell are you doing? This is my job, and Marcel has rules about dating customers.”

“I’m part owner of this restaurant.”

She paused. “That makes it worse. You’re my boss.”

“Cut the crap, April. I’ve got a right to care about you. Those men are assholes.”

“They’re paying customers, and I like working here. Stop trying to interfere with my life. I like working for Marcel. I’ve already seen the way the other members of staff are looking at me because of your little outburst.”

“We knew each other before you worked here.”

“You don’t get it, do you? I need some space, and you can’t give it to me.”

“I’ve given you space, a lot of space,” Henry said, taking a step toward her. “We’ve not talked about what happened. It’s time for you to stop running.”

She snorted, the sound so unladylike that it made him smile.

“I’m not running. I’ve not been running for a long time. You’re out of your mind if you think I’d run away from you.”

Reaching up, he cupped her cheek. Her plump, dark lips called to him. She was so fucking beautiful, and she made him ache to touch her.

Dropping his head, he took possession of her lips, sliding his tongue within her mouth. She moaned, her fingers sinking into the flesh of his arms.

For several seconds she stood frozen.

April pulled away, shaking her head. “We can’t. Julia—”

“Tried to murder you, April. She was going to kill you. We can do this. Life is too fucking short to deny what we need. I want you.” He pressed his temple against her head.

Her hands were no longer pushing him away. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her lips against his.

Henry walked her back, lifting her up in his arms and placing her onto the desk. She gasped and he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth.

April cupped his face, moaning.

Kissing down her neck, he sucked on the flesh of her neck. Her uniform prevented him from going any further down.

“Please, Henry,” she said. “No, wait, we’ve got to stop. This is Marcel’s office.”

“It’s partly my office.” Henry shoved her skirt up to her waist, reaching for his belt. “I need to be inside you.”

She leaned back, opening her thighs for him to see her covered pussy. He tore the panties from her body as he freed his cock. There was no time for him bring her to orgasm. He needed inside her more than he needed anything else. Rubbing the tip of his cock through her creamy slit, he moaned at the instant shot of pleasure through his system. She felt so damn good.

Sliding his cock to her entrance, he thrust just the tip inside her before gripping her hips within his palms and slamming the last couple of inches all the way to the hilt. They both cried out together.

Her tight heat wrapped around him. The little flutters of her inner pussy walls drove him crazy. She squeezed his cock, making it a tight fit.



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