Page 156 of Holiday Hire

"Yes, dear," she coos, strutting over to me, her hips swaying.

I groan, warning, "Don't do that, or you won't finish the top."

She smirks. "Why is that?"

I reach around her waist and tug her into me. She sharply inhales. I lower my face to hers. "Because I'm going to do things to that booty of yours."

She giggles. "Don't tease me."

My erection hardens as I palm her ass.

She pushes me away and wiggles her finger between us. "Uh-uh-uh. We have to get the top done."

"Yes, ma'am," I state, redirecting her to the ladder.

She climbs up it, and I kiss her ass as she's cutting in.

She freezes, then pulls her arm down, scolding, "Don't do that. I'm going to hit the ceiling."

I gasp. "What? You're talented. Surely, you can handle it."

"Seriously, Alexander. I'm going to hit the ceiling, then we'll have to paint it. You have to behave!"

I groan. "Okay, I'll contain myself."

"Thank you!" She refocuses on the line near the ceiling, slowly moving the brush.

I stare again in awe. "I could never do that."

"Yeah, but you can do many other things I can't."

"Like what?"

"Manly things," she states.

I chuckle. "Manly things? You're going to have to be more specific."

She snickers. "Well, I've seen you smack your brothers around pretty good."

I grunt. "Yeah, they deserve it when I do that."

"I always wonder what they're saying whenever I glance across the yard and see you do that."

"Oh, so you stare at me all day?"

"No, I didn't say that," she proclaims.

I chuckle.

She adds, "You also do that thing with the rope."

"What thing with the rope?"

"You know. You whip it in the air in circles before you toss it."

I laugh so hard tears fall from my eyes.

She stares down at me from the top of the ladder. "Why are you laughing? What's so funny?"

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