“Mrs. Hamilton,” Lance says, claiming her as his.
He buries his head in her neck and inhales deeply. Her familiar fragrance fills his nose. It overpowers his senses, exciting and arousing him.
He pulls away and looks at her anxious expression.
“It’s late. And I’m suddenly less interested in knowing what it is,” he says.
His slides his hand underneath her skirt and up her thigh. Suddenly and swiftly he rips the delicate fabric of her underwear and pulls the torn cloth away from her body.
“You filthy beast!”
Andrea gathers her strength, bracing herself against the door. She pushes and pushes and manages to create a few inches of space between their bodies. Before she can make another move, he slams her back into the door. He presses his body against hers even more firmly, and she feels
