“Good morning, handsome.” She smiled warmly at me then waved to my father who was still in the van and on the phone. She wore a cream wrap around dress, showing off her curves with her hair half up and half down.
“Morning, beautiful. Can I come in?”
“Of course.” She stepped back and I walked into the hallway.
Andie closed the door behind me, and I took the opportunity to pull her in close and kissed her, squeezing her arse cheeks with my hands. “Mmm. I’ve missed you,” I murmured into her mouth.
“I’ve missed you, too, and all those benefits you offer. Don’t worry, I’ve been tallying them up and now you owe me.” She grinned at me.
I reached up and gently squeezed her breast. “Don’t worry, baby, I intend to pay you back in full.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” she said, her breaths coming short and hard; I loved the effect I had on her.
“I think it would be better if you entered through the back way,” she said.
Fuck me, she was going to kill me. “Baby, I’d love to enter from the back, but right now I have to get to work.” I smirked at her.
“I meant”—she tutted at me—“that you and your dad should drive around to the back to bring the materials in.”
Before I could reply, she had whisked past me and was out through the front door, giving directions to my father. I followed her back through the house watching her arse sway from side to side.
She unlocked the back gate and waved to my father. “Okay, I’m going back to my room to catch up on paperwork. If you need me, give me a shout.”
“Are you sure?” my father asked as he was bringing in tools. “Things are going to get quite loud.”
“That’s okay. The walls in my bedroom are soundproofed.” She smiled, then turned beetroot red when she realised she was talking to my father.
“Okay then, we’ll get on with it.” He nodded and walked back to the van.
We’d been working for a few hours when my father called out that he was going home for dinner. “Do you want to come, too?”
“Uh, no thanks. I think I’ll go check on Andie.” Heat rose in my cheeks and I looked away from my father before he could see it.
“Uh huh,” my father replied with a knowing look.
I knocked at her bedroom door and waited for her to call out before I entered. She was sat at her desk in front of herlaptop, hair up in a messy bun with a scrunched-up look of concentration on her face.
“Hey, only me. Dad’s just gone for dinner.”
She looked at her laptop. “I didn’t realise the time.” She stood up and stretched, causing her dress to tighten over her breasts, “Do you want to eat?”
“Yeah, I really fucking do.” I growled and stalked towards her.
I picked her up, turned and sat her down on the bed, all the while taking possession of her soft, sweet lips. Her hands reached down for my hoodie as she tried to pull it off. I helped her out by yanking it off along with my t-shirt.
“That better, baby?” I grinned and crawled up the bed in between her legs, pushing her back gently until she was underneath me.
“Much, but there’s still the issue of these.” She yanked at my joggers.
“In time, baby, but first, I do believe I owe you.” I pulled at the belt that held her dress together and watched it fall by her sides, before dragging down her panties. She lay underneath me in just a bra, her chest panting and hungry eyes watching my every move.
“You do owe me, I remember now.” She smiled and lay her head back, with her arms over her head, opening up her whole body to me.
I had an idea. I reached up and placed her hands around the bars of her headboard. “Andie, you keep your hands here, okay?”
She looked at me, eyes blazing. “I can do that.”
“Good.” I exposed her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples as my fingers worked their way lower.
