Lance continues to stroke Andrea’s skin beneath the jacket and Andrea fights him without moving her hands or drawing attention to himself. She moves her hands subtly, pushing against him. She feels a part of him hardening and she brushes her hands over his groin.
“Get hard so fast?” she whispers with a sneer, “For me or Lisa?”
“You have to ask it yourself,” Lance says, pushing himself against Andrea’s hand.
Lance stifles a gasp upon feeling the warmth of her hand. She’s the only woman who can turn him on like this.
“It says it needs to figure that out for itself,” Andrea whispers.
Suddenly she pushes Lance away, zips up her dress, grabs her purse and takes out the key card for the presidential suite. Upon hearing the sound of the zip, Robert opens his eyes and surveys the scene in the
