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Andrea looks around with desperate panic. At any second, Andrew will walk through the door and there’s nowhere for her to hide. Lance starts thrusting again, and she can tell he’s getting close to finishing. His movements are rough and punishing and he pulls her closer to him. His breathing goes rough and ragged, and his eyes fill with determination. He bites her shoulder and she curls her fingers into her palms. Lance groans and his body tenses on top of hers, and then he slowly relaxes. Reluctantly, he pulls himself out of her and pulls the quilt over their heads. He’s still on top of her, and the weight of his body and clean dampness of his skin overwhelm her. Beneath him and the thick quilt, it’s almost impossible to breathe. Hurried footsteps approach the bed and she tries to hold