It was not as if he did not realize where they were going. He was, after all, the father of the groom and he had run required errands to the bridal suite itself before. But when she spoke it took all he had not to give a little laugh, not wanting to embarrass the young woman more than she already was. Recognition of why what she said was so humorous would not take long to settle in after he raised one eyebrow at her in response to her statement. But the real response came when he reached out and touched her hand holding the card, caressing his strong fingertips over her soft skin, before guiding her to place it against the magnetic lock. Whirr, snick, went the electronics and the light on the lock flickered from red to green. The nearness of him was practically suffocating, how close he was now, his hot breath brushing across her neck and ruffling her hair. There was a moment where it felt like they were on a precipice, ready to do something absolutely stupid, a precarious uncertainty taking over and leaving a feeling in their stomach of queasy butterflies. But then it past as his own fingers touched the door handle, opening it to the slightly dim room, and there was no longer any decision-making being left to Rebecca. Andrew had chosen the course of their lives, or at least this small part of it, and as the door opened, she could feel his hand touch her hip and he guided her into the room. In other circles it might have been considered a push, but did she really object to what he did?
And once they were within that small foyer, his foot came back and kicked the door closed, and there was no need for pretense any longer. A hand pressed Rebecca against the wall, facing away from him, and fingers gripped the edge of her dress to shove it upwards. Andrew wanted ass, wanted to feel her firm cheeks in his hands, and he seemed marginally content once he was cupping them without the impediment of her clothing in the way. His voice hissed in her ear, a soft dangerous noise of hunger in his throat. “I’d say tell me you want this, but you don’t have to say a damned thing, I know you do.”
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