Lance stares at her with a look of deep significance and casually says, “I don’t mind.”
He gently tugs her hair, forcing her to lean down close to him. He grasps her waist with his other hand and golds her tightly. As she struggles to get away from him, he holds her more firmly against is body.
“Stop moving unless you want to cause problems for yourself,” he commands, then his voice turns rougher, “Or maybe you’re eager for me to put a baby in you.”
She can feel his growing excitement, “You’re too sensitive, Mr. Hamilton—it takes next to nothing to get you in the mood.”
“This is because of you.”
He means what he says. Andrea alone has the ability to get him get hard. He bites her earlobe vaguely and watches her hide her face against his chest, smelling the scent of her hair with satis
