Andressa is back in her job at Rybell. She wouldn’t have it any other way, and neither would I. There isn’t anyone I trust more with my car than her.
But I know she’s getting anxious in the run-up because she’s told me. She always tells me. And I’m doing everything I can to reassure and help her.
She’s seeing a therapist. She has been since we got back from Abu Dhabi. I’ve been attending sessions with her. She does one on her own and one with me, alternating weeks. I think it’s helping. She says it is. I guess we’ll find out how well in a few weeks, but no matter what, she’s going nowhere.
I’m now confident in the fact that she won’t ever leave me again because she’s spent the last few months reassuring me of that. We’re solid, but I was bruised up from the time we spent apart. We’re giving each other the reassurances we need, and we’re getting stronger every day.
Things can only go up from here. Well, at least that’s what I’m hoping after tonight.
“Please tell me that you’re my birthday present,” I say, moving in closer to her.
Turning her head, she grins at me over her shoulder. I know she remembers that that’s the first thing I ever said to her. I can see it in her beautiful eyes.
She moves out from under the hood, wiping her hands on a rag. Oil smudged on her cheek, she comes over to me.
God, she’s fucking beautiful. I’ll never tire of looking at her.
“It’s your birthday?” she says, tilting her head with a sexy smile on her face, in that voice of hers that gets my dick hard.
She’s playing along.
God, I love her.
At least I get to fuck her this time—unlike the first time when we spoke these words to each other. That nut took me fucking months to crack.
“It is.”
Reaching me, she runs her fingers up my chest as she presses her body against mine, and I instantly want to fuck her.
Sliding my hands around her back and downward, I grab her arse.
“Guess I’d better make it extra special for you then.”
There’s a glint in her eye that’s getting me all kinds of excited.
Removing the oil smear from her cheek with my thumb, I tell her, “You already do make everything extra special, babe.”
The glint goes, and she gets that watery happy smile in her eyes that she always gets when I say soppy shit to her.
I love that look.
Bringing her lips to mine, she gives me a soft kiss, making all of me stand to attention, but then she’s moving away all too quick.
“What time is it?” She looks around for the clock.
“Time for you to get your hot self ready.” I give her behind a playful swat. “We have dinner reservations in an hour.”
“Shit! It’s that time already?”
“Yep.”
“Sorry, baby. Have I been neglecting you on your birthday?”
“A little.” I give a pout before kissing her again.
I’m playing it here, going for a sympathy shag. They’re always the best as she goes to town on me when she’s feeling guilty about something. And don’t give me crap because you know you’d do the same.
“But you can make it up to me in the shower.” I grin over her lips.
“I’m gonna suck you so hard,” she murmurs.
Holy fuck.
Hands still on her arse, I lift her up, loving the way her long legs instinctively wrap around me. And I start walking out of there, carrying her back to the house. While I’m moving, she unzips her overalls, giving me a fan-fucking-tastic view of her tits, and I can see the McQueen necklace that I bought her hanging around her neck.
She never takes it off. She told me she kept it on the whole time we were apart. I’m just hoping there’s something else she’ll never take off either soon.
But definitely not her clothes. No, they’ll be disappearing in a few seconds.
At the sight of her tits and the thought of her blow jobs, I pick up speed, practically running into the house, making her laugh.
I fucking love that sound. It makes my heart beat faster and my dick as hard as nails. But then, it doesn’t take much because everything about her makes me hard.
I have her naked and in that shower in minutes. Another minute, and she’s down on her knees, giving me the best birthday present a guy could ask for.
We’re in my car, and I’m driving. Andressa is in the passenger seat, her hand in mine. She looks stunning, wearing a short black dress that gives me plenty of legs to look at.
She’s also not wearing any underwear. I’m pretty sure she’s trying to kill me. I’m definitely fucking her in the restroom at the restaurant. I don’t care what she says. There’s only so much teasing a man can take.
Actually, thinking on it, I might get to be inside her before we even reach the restaurant—resting on the fact that things go as I hope they will.
Andressa thinks we’re going straight to the restaurant, but there’s a detour we have to make first.
I was feeling all relaxed after the spectacular blow job she had given me in the shower and the amazing sex straight after, but now, I’m all tense again. I’ve been feeling tense for the last few days.
I take the third exit on the roundabout, heading toward Heath and Reach.
“Babe, you took the wrong exit,” she says, tapping her fingers against my hand.
“I meant to. I need to just nip into Rybell. I left something there.”
“But we’ll be late to the restaurant.”
“We’re good. We’ve got time.”
We’re meeting my dad, Katia, John, Petra, and Ben at the restaurant.