Sharon/Andy+ after hours office fight+ make up + door/desk
Sharon moaned as Andy roughly pushed her up against the door, his hot, wet breath against the side of her face, his grip on her wrists tight as he brought her hands above her head and pinned them to the door.
Andy hungrily latched onto a spot on Sharon's neck, sucking at her pulse point as she canted her hips forward and started to roll them into him; she should have known their arguing would have eventually led to this.
"Why," she started, but her words were cut off by a throaty moan as his hands started pulling her dress up to her hips, his strong hands feeling wonderful on her thighs.
"Because you were doing that low tone, angry thing you do, and all I could think about was how very, very turned on it makes me," he groaned into her ear, already sort of knowing what she wanted to know.
Sharon saw passion in his eyes when he pulled back to look at her, a fire that had been there the entire time they argued, had grown as soon as his hands were on her, and was now about to consume him as he fucked her; Sharon shuddered.
