Annie playfully pinched her. Bristol looked at her mother for the first time since Annie breezed into the room. Her mother winked at her. She approved of Annie, but that wasn’t hard. She was perfect.

“I’m going to leave and not barge in again. Annie, it’s so good to see you here with my daughter. Have a good evening,” Vanessa said. She hugged Bristol.

Bristol felt the extra squeeze in her mom’s hug. “I’ll come see you tomorrow.”

“Annie, you take care. I hope to see you again very soon.”

When Vanessa left, Bristol leaned her head on the counter. She was beyond embarrassed. She heard Annie laugh and felt her arms circle her waist.

“I think your mom knows you’re almost thirty and this happens.”

Bristol stood and faced Annie. “You’re the first woman I’ve brought home, so I’m still working through this.” She placed a small kiss on her lips and draped her arms over Annie’s shoulders. Annie tried hard not to look surprised, but Bristol saw it in her eyes. “One day you’ll believe me.”

“I believe you now. Also, I need to show you something,” Annie said.

Her expression was serious as she pulled Bristol back to the bedroom. Alarms went off in Bristol’s head. She’d been away for so long that she thought maybe something was wrong with the house. Annie pointed to the bed.

“What’s the matter?” Bristol asked.

“You’re not in it.”

Bristol bit her lip to keep her goofy post-orgasmic smile from giving too much away. She was completely charmed by Annie. “Do you want me to stay like this?” she asked and pointed down at the outfit she’d donned to greet her mother.

Annie pulled off her hoodie. “Do you want me to stay like this?”

“Good point.” Bristol got rid of her shorts and T-shirt before grabbing Annie and falling onto the bed with her.

“Can I tell you how sexy you are? I mean, I knew you were gorgeous fully clothed, but seeing you in just panties and a bra? Knowing full well what’s underneath?” Annie kissed Bristol hard and flipped her. “Just plan on my hands on your body for the next twelve hours.”

Bristol lifted her arms above her head and pressed her hands flat against the padded headboard. It was unlike her to give up control, but she trusted Annie. “I’m yours.” It was a small thing to say, but it spoke volumes.

Annie lifted her brow but didn’t say anything. She simply sat back and ran her hand over Bristol. She brushed the valley between her breasts with her fingertips and gently placed her palm on Bristol’s stomach.

“You’re so warm,” she said.