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Every memory from the days prior vanished when those two words left her mouth. Without even thinking, I laid her back flat against the hard wooden table, never breaking our kiss. With her legs wrapped firmly around my lower back, she pulled me close enough that the pattern of our breathing became one.

“I can already feel how hard you are for me, Hunter.” She ripped her mouth from mine just long enough to moan into my ear.

God, I was harder than I’d ever been.

It was almost as if my body had no idea how badly it needed her until this very moment. She had a way of making every part of me feel so fucking alive that I almost had no idea how to control the electricity moving through me.

My mouth moved over her soft skin in a frenzy. I needed her—every part of her—all at once. Moving my lips down her neck, I stopped at where her tits pushed out of the impossibly tight fabric tucked perfectly into her dress pants.

Andi looked so put together at work, and while I loved waiting for her to walk into the arena each day, and seeing the tight clothes painted on her skin, there was never a time I didn’t think about grabbing ahold of the material and ripping each article of clothing off of her body.

Yanking her top down, I immediately lowered my lips to her exposed tit.

“No bra?” I groaned as I flicked my tongue over her sensitive nipple, toying with her piercings just the way she liked. “Such a fucking tease just waiting for me to find you like this. So needy.” My teeth clamped down over her flesh. “So fucking sexy,” I groaned once more, running my tongue over the red mark.

“Fuck, Hunter. Oh my God, that feels so good.” Her hips grinded against my hard length, searching for the friction she needed to get off.

Unable to get enough of her, I tore down the other side to her top and watched as her other perfect breast bounced out.

“I will never get over how much I love these.” Gripping her round beautiful tits in my hands and looking into her eyes, I added, “How much I love you.” My words came out gruffer than the last time I admitted my feelings for her—rightfully so, with how turned on I was.

Releasing her flesh from my hands, I drove my hips over her needy clit buried underneath her clothes. With every brush of my center over hers, the table creaked as I rocked over her.

Fuck, how hot would it be to break this table?

With every moan that slipped from her mouth, it revived every fragment of me that had died without her, encouraging each buck of my hips against her to be harder. The more aggressive my movements were, the more her boobs swayed back and forth, putting on a goddamn show for me.

“Tell me if this is too much for you.”

She nodded, knowing my mind was swirling with different ways I wanted to make her mine.

Filling my palm with her tit, I brushed my thumb over her piercing, pinching and twisting as I watched her mouth pop open, enjoying each second that passed as I inflicted a small amount of pain.

“More,” she demanded, her eyes turning an intoxicating shade of green.

Adding my other hand to the mix, I increased my pressure, toying with both of her tits. This time, giving each one a rough slap.

When my hand spanked against her, she hissed but never told me to stop. If anything, she begged for more.

“Please,” she moaned, her hands meeting mine, pushing them down to where she wanted me most.

Not wanting to waste any time, I lowered my mouth to her nipples one more time, soothing the sting. I kissed and licked my way down her body, not missing an inch of her silky tanned skin, and when I reached the waistband of her slacks, I yanked them down to her ankles, definitely ripping something in the process.

“Shit.” She looked down to the floor where her pants laid.

“Don’t worry about it.” My tongue poked out, licking my lips. And with a coy smirk, I took in the sight of the gorgeous, disheveled, cherry red-haired woman sitting in front of me with her tits spilling out of her top and her legs spread, bare and desperate for me.

“Jesus, I’ve missed you so fucking much.” I gripped my cock from the outside of my jeans, begging it to calm down so I didn’t blow before I even had the chance to be inside of her.

“Mind showing me just how much?” Her eyelashes fluttered.

My hard as stone cock should speak for itself.

Faster than I ever had before, I heeled off each shoe, and in one fell swoop, I tore down my jeans, along with my briefs. Andi’s eyes went dark as she watched my desperation for her act out in real time.

“See what you do to me?” I stroked my cock from base to tip. “This is all for you, pretty girl.”

Her eyes wandered to my hand, working over my cock, and just by watching me touch myself, any self-control Andi had left inside of her snapped.