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“You’re crazy,” Andrea hisses. She turns her head and bites his upper arm, tasting his damp skin. He groans but he doesn’t pull away. She bites harder until he gasps with pain. “Do you want it rough?” he asks her. Before she can answer he kisses her neck. He brushes his lips down to her collarbone and gently nibbles on the skin. He trails kisses up to her jaw, sucking lightly. She moans and squirms against him, feeling desire build between her legs. “I haven’t left any marks yet, but if you don’t cooperate I might,” he says. “Do you think Andrew will like seeing hickeys on his fiancé?” “Wait, no, don’t touch me,” Andrea says. “We can’t. Andrew is just outside the door—he’ll hear us.” Loud voices shout and argue outside the door. Andrea recognizes one of them as Robert’s and the