Lauren moaned softly when she felt his hands massaging her breasts through her shirt, and wisely chose to set her cup of coffee down before something painful happened. Not a moment too soon.<br/><br/>Before she really understood what was happening, she was bent over the table, Andrew’s boxers at her feet and a cock pressed against her ass. His words vaguely pierced her mind, and she realized he was waiting on her to decide.<br/><br/>“Don’t stop.” Not an order, but a plea. She didn’t have much dignity left, but if he left her hanging again, she’d really have to figure out how to stop fantasizing over him, because it simply wouldn’t be worth it.