ANDY.

The knob rattled harder, like the guy outside wanted to rip the damn door off its hinges. Tiffany's body went rigid against mine, her bare tits pressed to my chest, her breath hot and uneven on my neck. My cock, still half-hard and slick from her mouth, twitched at the contact even as adrenaline spiked through me.

"Stay quiet," she whispered, lips brushing my ear. Her hand slid down my stomach, fingers wrapping around me like she needed something to hold onto. Bold as hell, even now.

"Who the fuck is that?" I muttered, keeping my voice low. I grabbed her wrist but didn't pull her hand away. Couldn't....