Chapter Thirty-oneAndrea's POV The city is still down there, completely unbothered.Good for the city honestly, because I am very bothered, in the best possible way.He drives into me slowly, and holy fuck, I feel every inch, how much harder he is after making me beg, how much he enjoys every millimeter of movement. I arch my back, desperate to take him all the way, until my ass is flush against his hips and the obscene sound of skin on skin fills the office with every thrust.His hand holds me at the hip so tightly I think he might leave bruises, but I don’t care. I want the bruises. I want to think about them later when I’m alone in bed and he’s not there. The other hand climbs up my back, grabbing my hair in a fist and pulling me up so I’m half-standing, half-flattened over the glossy surface, my bare breasts and stomach pressed into the desk.Tristan’s mouth hovers at my ear, his voice a low, deliberate growl: “You’re not going to last, are you?”I don’t even pretend otherwise.
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