Andy.
The desk pressed into my hips, the crumpled contract beneath me a symbol of what he demanded— what I wasn’t ready to give.
“Gio,” I whimpered, my voice raw. “Please…”
“Please what?” he demanded, his thrusts agonizingly slow. “You want to come? Or do you want to fight me some more?”
“I-I don’t know,” I gasped. “Just… don’t stop.”
He chuckled, dark and possessive. “Oh, Alexandria, I’m just getting started.” Then he pulled out. “Stand up. Face me.”
I stood, my legs shaky, and turned to him. His shirt was rumpled, his eyes burning with hunger. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me close, his lips crashing onto mine. I moaned, my hands clutching his shirt, the taste of him overwhelming.
“You’re still hesitating,” he said, breaking the kiss, his forehead pressed to mine. “I can feel it
