“I don’t need babysitting, Tanner,” Emma snarls.

I don’t respond, or wait around for Becky to come back. It’s been three days too long since I’ve seen my girl. My patience has worn thin.

Kinsley is bent over her desk typing away on her computer, the thought of her fingers on the keys when they could be on me goes straight to my cock. Three days too long. My eyes roam down to her round ass and the way her back curves in the position she is in. I lean backwards on the door and it clicks shut. She jumps at the sound; her tits give a little jiggle at the motion as she spins around to face me. I have to restrain myself, because all I want to do right now is throw her up onto the desk; I want to feel her racing pulse and her heavy breathing against my skin.

Without a second to prepare myself, Kinsley leaps into my arms. I catch her on pure instinct. “Hey, Pip,” I whisper into the crook of her neck. “Missed me?”

A shiver runs down her spine. “Maybe a little,” she teases. Walking over to her desk, I sit down in the chair, keeping her straddled on my lap. “Seems like you may have missed me,” she says, with a slight wiggle of her hips. The bulge in my jeans clearly gave me away. I raise my hips slightly and a whimper escapes her lips.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight for that long ever again.”

She laughs, but it’s husky; my little lady likes being told what to do. “It was only three days, Tanner.”

Kinsley lifts her eyes to meet mine, and it’s as if fireworks were exploding in front of her; the hazel colour is full of golden specks. My hands trail up over her hips, caressing each curve of her body. She leans in, taking my lips in a sweet kiss. She tastes like raspberries, I swear I’m going to buy a lifetime of these chapsticks so she never runs out. My hands continue moving higher and I brush my thumb over her breasts, her nipples harden under her shirt and she moans into my mouth.

I pull back just enough to speak, “Yeah, it was only three days but it was the longest four thousand, three hundred and twenty minutes of my life.”

A knock on the door has my head turning, Kinsley sighs and lets her head rest against my chest.

“Busy,” I clip.

The door opens and Kinsley quickly tries to climb off my lap, I tighten my hold on her looking over to see who thought it was a good idea to interrupt us at this moment. Of course, my little sister.

“Becky said she doesn’t get paid enough to babysit, so I decided I would come find Mum and Dad,” she says, putting on a sweet fucking voice.