It'd been two long-arse weeks since that fuckin' scorchin' kiss, and I wanted more. How-fuckin'-ever, life got in the way, so I was stuck with flirty looks, light touches and her teasing me with small smiles as she worked at the front desk. My cock was hard all the goddamn time and my hand had seen more action in the last few weeks than it had in my whole bloody life. I couldn't get a moment alone with her, and it was driving me insane. Every time I caught her alone in the office, someone would walk right in after me. It made me think she had my brothers' ears and told them to come in if they saw me entering. If that was the case, then she'd better look out because my hand was itching to get on her arse again. Her arse, her tits, her body, her pussy. Fuck, anywhere on her body would do. The kids were also puttin' a dampener on my sex life. Not that they planned it or knew about it, of course. But they kept me busy with setting up their school, cleanin' shit at the house and cooking. It seemed my life now played out the same every day.
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