In the quiet of the suite. The friction of her own fingers was becoming a frantic, desperate necessity, mirroring the aggressive tempo of his hand. Every time his-thudding grip tightened, her own hips gave a subconscious,-unbidden jerk.
"Faster, Trisha," he growled, his voice thickening as he watched her struggle to maintain composure. "Don't hold back. I want to see exactly how much that little peek affected you."
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