“Andrea, don’t you have a gift for Alexander?” Miriam asks once the parade has ended.
My pretty dork panics, eyes wide as she looks at me, unsure of what to say. Well, I don’t know what the fuck I can say either.
“I—uh…” she hesitates, blinking rapidly. “I didn’t—Oh, wait. I have one in my coat,” she suddenly recalls.
She’s off and back in seconds, and her hand trembles slightly as she gives me the small package. “It’s not as… grand as the other gifts, I’m sorry.” She winces.
“Wasn’t there a bag with a gift?” Julia wonders, confused.
“Oh God, no,” Andy denies. “It was work stuff.”
I cannot fucking wait to open that secret gift, especially with the way her cheeks turn pink at the lie. But in the meantime, I have this small one, and I’m also eager to see what she got me. I meticulously open the wrapping paper, and I can’t hold back my laughter when what’s inside appears.What a cheeky little…
“Where did you find this?” I ask her.
“It took mefourstores.”
“Definitely worth it,” I approve.
When the others come closer to see what she got me, I show them the keychain and the raccoon hanging on it. Of course, they seem confused as to why this three-dollar gift is getting more appreciation than theirs, but I don’t explain. This is between Andrea and me.
“I love it,” I tell her, giving her hip a brief squeeze.
She looks up at me with a soft smile, and I realize I haven’t gotten to kiss her since she returned. But I can’t do that in front of everyone. Not unless I’m willing to endure the endless teasing it’ll trigger.
“Before we forget, should we handle the ‘work thing’ you brought?” I suggest.
Andrea blinks a couple of times, confused by what I’m trying to do here. I’m not one to play such games, but I’m forced to by my intrusive family.
“Uh—Yes, sure,” she agrees, a little flustered.
I don’t give my family any more thought as I take her hand and pull her to the office. The instant we enter it, I close the door, lock it, and press her onto it. My lips crash with hers with brutish impatience.
Surprised at first by my enthusiasm, she quickly relaxes in my arms. I kiss her with all the passion, all the gratitude, and all the love I hold. Her tempting, soft curves plastered against me drive me mad, and for the tenth time this evening, I want to throw everyone out and spend the rest of the night with her. Only her.
My sweet little raccoon who came to me without underwear because she’s greedy like that and loves to drive me mad. I hear voices outside, and it reminds me we’re on a dangerous path. If we keep kissing like this, I’ll want to fuck her even more than I already do. And that would make waiting for my family to leave even more unbearable.
So, I reluctantly pull away with a groan. When I look back at her doe eyes, I see the need in them and how much she wants me to fuck her right here and right now. And there’s nothing I want to do more than to kneel before her and shove my face between her lush thighs and fuck her wet pussy with my mouth until everyone outside gets the memo and leaves.
But I’d never live that down, so I don’t. “About that other gift?” I say instead.
“You want it now?”
“Yes.”
She seems reluctant, which makes me wonder again what she got me. “Where did you hide it?”
I completely let her go to fetch the bag from a low drawer behind my desk. Once I’m with her, I remove the wrapped package from it. “Can I?” I ask, making sure she’s fine with it.
She nods, so I run a finger under the paper to unstick the tape. Once the box is in view, I look at it, puzzled. I think I recognize what’s in the picture, but there isn’t any label confirming its purpose, so I hesitate to believe it.
“It’s… uh… an anal training kit,” she explains with reddened cheeks. “You mentioned doingthatthe other day, but I’d like to keep the full use of my sphincter, so we’ll take it slow. I’m not letting your enormous dick ruin my precious butthole.”
I look at the box again before opening it. It’s clearly high-end, given the quality of the packaging. Above the four plugs of various sizes, the inside of the lid says it’s surgical steel and ready to use. There’s also a small vibrator, a bottle of lube, and an enema bulb.
“If you don’t like anal, it’s okay,” Andrea hesitantly says, mistaking my stunned silence for reluctance. “I just—You mentioned fucking my ass, so I figured you might want to—”
“I’ve always wanted to try.”
