"What do you think you're doing!" Andrade span around, eyes wide in fear.
He stared back at me, dropping his hands beside his waist. "What? I didn't do anything."
I chuckled, walking towards him slowly. My hands, one by one, undone the buttons of his suit shirt.
"Why is your shirt still on?" I stripped it back revealing his chiselled abs and defined muscles.
"You've driven me mad all night wearing this tight shirt, I think it's about time you made up for that."
"Oh really?" Our fingers intertwined, his lips softly planting on my neck, trailing up to my lips.
"Now you know how I feel every night with you," he whispered, pressing a few soft kisses to my lips.
"Tell me all about your worries." Whilst he whispered sweet nothings in my ear, his hands trailed to the zipper of my dress.
"You're just so beautiful," he whispered, the material dropping to the floor.
I reached down, undoing his belt buckle, tossing it aside. The zip was less hassle, tugging them down.
"So, so gorgeous mi amor, mi princesa." His accent melted me, a warm feeling running through my body. "I make you better," he smiled, leading me up the stairs, eyes fixated on me.
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