ANDREA’S POV “Come with me,” he whispered as he led me through the throbbing crowd, his fingers locked tight with mine. The bass vibrated through my bones, but all I could focus on was the heat pouring off his tall frame and the slick ache building between my thighs. We pushed past grinding bodies until he steered me down a dimly lit hallway. He took over a keycard and placed it over the door, it beeped. The heavy door to the private suite swung open, and the moment it clicked shut behind us, the world outside vanished. I spun and slammed my body against his. Rain from earlier still clung to my skin, making my thin dress cling to my breasts and hips like a second skin. “Take me,” I whispered hotly against his throat. I sucked hard on the spot beneath his ear, then dragged my tongue slowly over it. “Fuck the pain out of me. I need it rough.” He gripped my waist, breath ragged. “Hey. You’re drunk. I brought you here to sleep it off safely. Don’t start something you can’t finish.” I
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