Page 102 of Flowers in Your Hair

Gramps is doing well. He opted to move into assisted living, as he still has good and bad days, but overall, he is strong and healthy. One of us picks him up every Sunday for brunch, and sometimes, Andrew will pick him up to spend the day at the shop with him.

Kenzy has also turned into one of my greatest assets. Once the store opens, she plans on working at the store front during the week, and helping with events on weekends. All of her classes are online this semester, and when I brought up the possibility of her coming on full time, she was eager and willing.

Andrew steps into the back, looking hot as fuck in his tight, sweat soaked shirt, dusty jeans, and tool belt around his waist. He even has a pencil tucked behind his ear, which is sexy as fuck. The store is set to open in two weeks, and we’ve been hard at work getting things set up between weddings and other events.

“What’s up, petals?” Andrew asks. He rests his hands on his hips, waiting for me to say something. My mouth has gone dry just looking at him, and yet again, I’m reminded of just how hot this man is.

I clear my throat, trying to rid myself of the lump of cotton lodged there. “I…” Shit. What did I call him for? I shake my head, looking away from him to try and gather my thoughts.

“Forget what you were going to ask?” Andrew teases. He saunters closer, a devilish grin on his face. “Or did you just want to ogle your sexy boyfriend?” He crouches so he’s eye level, and rests his warm palms on my legs. His heat melts through my leggings, making me shiver.

“I needed something,” I murmur. His chocolate brown eyes are alight with humor, since he knows how much he threw me off. “Now, I can’t remember.”

“I remember what I wanted when you asked me back here,” Andrew says. He leans forward brushing a kiss to my lips. I move to deepen it, but he pulls back. I whimper with need as he kisses up my jaw to behind my ear. “I think it’s about time we christen the office.”

I shake my head. “This is a business, Andrew,” I mutter, but my resolve is slipping with every passing moment. “We can’t…”

“Why not? The door is locked. Kenzy’s not coming in today. It’s just you and me, petals.”

I lean back into the swiveling chair, my body going pliant under his touch. When he puts it that way… “Yes, okay, but this is the only time. I won’t be doing this once the store opens.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, petals.” Andrew moves from crouching to his knees, fitting himself between my thighs. “You know how much I’ve been imagining this moment, so we’re going to make it last.” He unbuckles the tool belt, shoving it off and over to the corner of the small room.

“The door,” I say, pointing to the open door. Andrew chuckles softly, but closes the door.

He takes the pencil from behind his ear, tossing it to the desk. For a moment, I contemplate asking him to put it back, because it’s so fucking hot, but then I think better of it. No one wants to be stabbed by a pencil during an orgasm.

Andrew touches me soft and slow, fingers deftly removing my clothes one item at a time. “I love you,” he whispers between skillful touches. He gets me so wet, so ready for him, giving me a heart stopping orgasm before he’s even removed one article of clothing.

I repeat the sentiment, knowing I will love this man for the rest of my life.

I rid him of his clothes, and then we’re both naked. Andrew lifts me easily, again reminding me again of how much I love when he does that. Despite my many protests about my weight and size compared to him, he reminds me to never doubt him. This man can go from treating me like I’m precious glass, delicate and soft, to throwing me around like a rag-doll and ravaging me.

With one swift movement, Andrew lays me over the desk, thrusting himself into my soaked cunt. I love that first moment that he takes me, that first feeling of being connected again as one. Andrew covers my body with his, thrusting into me in perfect time.

“I love you so much,” he grits out against my neck. He nips and bites at my skin, sending trickling heat through every one of my extremities.

His thrusts turn feral and rough as he chases his orgasm with hurried gasps. With one final pump, he’s filling me with every drop of him. He holds there, then slides out, letting his cum drip out of me. He loves watching it, and I love watching him watch it. He turns into a caveman, viewing it as a sort of claiming. What can I say, I’m a slut for my boyfriend's cum. I’ll take it any way I can get it.

Andrew helps clean me up, gathering my strewn clothes to help me dress. I spot a knocked over frame in the corner of my desk. Smiling, I set it upright. It’s a photo of Andrew and I, the day we did the stranger photoshoot.

It’s the photo of us on the dock, moments before disaster. Our mouths are locked together, my hands tangled in his hair. He has a strong grip on my ass, my legs wrapped around him tightly. All of the photos from that shoot are incredible, and are displayed around our home, but this will always be my favorite.

We have a copy of it in our bedroom on a canvas. Every morning, I roll over, and I’m greeted with three things. One, being the canvas photo of us on the wall behind Andrew. The next being Andrew himself. I typically wake up before him, except for the rare occasion that he wakes up first, waking me with his tongue on my clit. Definitely one of my favorite ways to wake up.

The last thing I usually see is Travis. He sleeps between us most of the time, as if he’s a child. The dog even has his own pillow. Velma is usually cuddled in there too, but she gets irritated with Travis easily, so she ends up at my head, or on the couch in the living room.

Andrew also has some of the photos from my boudoir shoot printed. I didn’t let him make canvases out of any of the photos, but I did print him some wallet versions, as well as made him a photo book so he can look through them anytime he wants. When I gave it to him, he promptly declared that he would never be reading another book in his lifetime.

Not that there are any words in the book, but he wouldn’t let me try and dispute it.

I’ll never be able to thank Marley enough for her scheming ways to get us together. I wish there was something I could do to make Beau see how perfect they could be, but he’s insistent on putting on his blinders and looking the other way. He’s been dating the same girl for a few months now, but no one has met her, and he doesn’t talk about her much. I get the feeling that she’s just someone to fill the void that he insists on having since he won’t pursue Marley.

I follow Andrew out into the front part of the shop, taking in all our hard work. We moved the custom workstation that Andrew built me into the back of the shop so I can use it back there.

Things are coming together, and soon, we will be decorating and opening the doors. I can’t believe this is my life. I get to live out my dreams, with the most incredible man, and friends and family at my side.

My parents come and visit every few weeks, and Jess and her husband are moving to the Brooks Hill area next month. Mom is excited to have both her girls close by, and even more excited about the fact that Jess is pregnant with the first grandchild.

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