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. Let’s fix that.”
“Gio, I—”
I started, but he silenced me, spinning me toward a floor-to-ceiling mirror across the office. My reflection stared back, robe torn open, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. I barely
