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You were going to be the death of Andy, that much he was certain. You'd been a little tease all day, trying to rile him up when you knew he couldn't do anything about it.
It had started when you first woke up, dragging him into the shower with the promise of fun that only ended in suds and bubbles. Then, on the car ride to the airport, you found satisfaction in reaching over the center console and squeezing his crotch, whispering that you can't stop thinking about what it would be like to ride him at the stop light. But the second the car was parked, you were out of the car, grabbing your bags and heading into the airport. Worse yet, once you were on the plane and in the air, you'd whispered that you were going to the bathroom, rubbing your ass against him as you stepped out into the aisle. He'd thought it was a sign, and followed after you after a couple of minutes. But no. You were just using the bathroom.
You weren't the only one who could have fun, though. Once you got to the hotel, he took great pleasure in squeezing your ass as the two of you checked in before he slipped his hand under your shirt, his fingertips dancing up your side. He delighted in the way you squirmed, melting under his touch.
But, the moment the keys to your room was handed over, you grabbed one and practically sprinted away. He growled, a smirk dancing across his face, going after you.
He pulled out his phone, not wanting to shout and disturb the other guests, texting you, "you can run, but you can't hide - i know where you sleep, and you're not going to be doing much of that tonight".
