When Andreas finally parked in front of her home, some twenty minutes later, he was not surprised to notice that Kelly's lustful mood was still very much in place.
“But my parents are home,” she protested, a frown adorning her face.
He simply got out of the car and opened the door for her. She undid her seat belt and failed to step out of the car correctly. A quick check told him she was feverish, literally. He lifted her bridal style, making her giggle with glee, and then made his way to the house he knew to be hers and knocked on the door.
A forty-something man opened the door, a frown soon appearing on his face. “What the hell…?”
“You will let me in and not make a fuss,” Andreas ordered, using his persuasion ability on both the father and the mother who had come soon after her husba
