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Andy smirked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Both of his hands pulled away from my waist. One of his hands found one of mine while the other came up to hold my chin gently in place. He kept me looking up at him.

“You want more?” Andy breathed. His voice was husky and deep.

“Yes, please.”

Andy let out a long, shaky breath. “You’re going to be the death of me, Tink.”

“Not unless you're mine first.” I squeezed his hand. I could feel the drumming of his strong heart against my back as I licked my dry lips wet. “Kiss me.”

Without another word, his hands went to my hips. He leaned into my lips as I requested. His kiss was slow and deep. He started it off by softly biting my bottom lip and causing me to gasp only for him to slip his tongue in. My hands desperately clung onto his strong arms, raking and hanging on for dear life as we caressed each other’s tongues and explored each other’s mouth over and over.

My breath hitched as I felt his big and warm hands dangerously close to the base of my breasts when they slipped up and down the sides of my figure. I let out a small moan when he pressed my ass deeper into his hips.

I knew I was almost at the brink of combustion as Andy unraveled my lips and mouth with his own. To relieve a tiny bit of the growing blaze in the deep pit of my stomach, I let out another mewl onto his tongue as he rolled his hips roughly against my ass. I returned the favor by rolling back with the same fervor. I wanted him badly.

The both of us were breathless when Andy pulled away, leaving us gasping like two fish out of water. He planted a final open-mouth kiss on my jaw with a burning, bright red face. Whether he was actually blushing or if it was from the heat of our make-out session, I wasn’t sure. He smiled bashfully at me as I let out a small whine.

“But I want more,” I honestly stated. I turned to face him and tugged lightly on his wrinkled button-up. I looked up at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would cave in.

Andy’s brows furrowed as he swallowed thickly, bobbing his Adam’s apple up and down. One of his hands came up to cup my face tenderly. “Let’s take it slow, Julie. I don’t want to rush anything.”

“That’s not what your pretty eyes are saying.”

His mouth was saying one thing, but those burning and intense eyes were saying another. I placed my fingertip on his chest, in between his pecs, and drew a straight line down to his sensitive navel.

Andy immediately jerked and grabbed my hand from going any lower. He reacted exactly like he did when I gave him a sponge bath during his fever. I wasn’t planning on slipping my finger any lower, but he assumed I did. We both knew he had a growing erection now, and I wasn’t shy to admit it at least.

“Neither is your sensitive body.”

Andy swallowed thickly and his ears burned brighter and hotter than his cheeks. He was so unusually shy, nervous, and cute, that I couldn’t help but smile. As much as I wanted to tease and see him jerk and squirm some more, I didn’t want to push him into anything he wasn’t ready for. If he wanted to take it slow, then I would let him.

“That’s fine though. If you want to take it slow, then let’s take it slow.” I rose up on my tiptoes and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “But if you would like a helping hand, or mouth, I don’t mind being the woman up for the job.”

Andy scoffed despite the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. He smirked. “Nope. Not today, Tink. But I’ll eventually take you up on your offer.”

I was grinning like a madwoman. “Oh? Like, in the ninth-floor bathroom?”

Andy hummed as he raised a brow at me, amused. “By the way, I went to check it out today, and it’s exactly as Cindy claimed it was. Spacious, clean, and . . .” His voice dipped into a low octave, sending goosebumps all over my body. “Very private.”

“Perfect.”

Andy nodded. “You’re perfect, indeed.”

I thanked him as I tried to scan him from head to toe. My eyes were only successful in scanning him from head to waist as the big, girthy length tucked to Andy’s left leg under his black slacks caught my attention. He was now in his fullest form and I was the one to be shy this time. I turned away with a blushing face as Andy let out a chuckle.

“That’s my cue to leave. I’ll see you in ten minutes.” He leaned down to pick up both our bags. As he handed me my things, he gave me a shy smile.

I couldn’t say anything back as I flushed harder. Andy smirked. “That’s what I thought,” he slyly nodded. With that, he quickly made his way to his room and closed it with a soft thud.

I tried not to glance at his closed bedroom door as I made my way to my room to change out of my work clothes. I was too flustered to even try, despite all the teasing I’d done and being the one who brought on his erection. I figured I might as well fix Andy a snack or two and make dinner after. Because my pretty boy was bound to be famished after taking care of himself. I suppose it was the least I could do. For now.

Chapter

Thirty-One

When Andy told me we were going to Solvang, I was expecting great wine and beer, cheese danishes, windmills, and plenty of tulips there. I was so excited I couldn’t sleep a wink last night.

However, what I wasn’t expecting from our first date was an ostrich and emu ranch on the side of the highway outside the town. Andy briefly mentioned it, but I was the one to suggest we head over there first since it was opened to visitors. We were both intrigued at first because what were the chances of us ever running into an ostrich or emu in California, let alone a city. Now, I regretted even asking Andy if we could check out this farm.

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