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When he starts to tug my dress up my body, I lift my arms for him. As soon as it’s off, I begin working the buttons on his shirt while his hands explore my curves.

I moan into his mouth when he cups my breasts.

“I love these…so much.” His lips move down my chest and then his face is buried in my cleavage, teasing, tickling, licking, and sucking.

“That feels really good,” I tell him. He hums his agreement while unclasping the back of my bra, letting it slip down my arms and off.

I go to work undoing his belt, then his pants. As soon as my hand slips down the front of his boxer briefs, he groans, then grabs my bottom to heft me up his body, carrying me into the bedroom.

After he lays me down gently on the mattress, he hovers above me, kissing his way down my stomach.

“Should we…negotiate the terms?” he asks.

“We could take turns…” I suggest.

“No. It’s your birthday. You call all the shots,” he says. “We’ll do whatever you want.”

I shove my fingers through his perfect hair to muss it up. “I want to kiss every inch of you.”

“Tell me you want my tongue inside you,” he says.

When he tugs my panties down my legs and his lips nuzzle my inner thighs, I cave. “I want your tongue inside me. But I also want you inside me before the end of the night.”

A curse is Monty’s only response to that demand before he eagerly grants them both.

16

Monty

I don’t get any sleep that night.

Not that I mind.

Kendall and I stayed awake all night. She kept telling me what she wanted, how she wanted it, where she wanted it.

And I obliged every time.

That’s how we end up in the hot tub with Kendall riding me nice and slow just as the sun comes up over the ocean.

I grip her bottom, holding her to me, loving every soft moan she makes in my ear until she’s shuddering with pleasure again.

That’s when I finally let go, filling her up with everything I have left.

When it’s over, neither of us move.

“Best. Birthday. Ever,” Kendall says. Her arms stay wound tightly around my neck, her head on my shoulder, peach scent filling my nose as the sky brightens around us, the light sparkling off the ocean like diamonds.

Or maybe the glow is just Kendall.

“I didn’t expect this to happen,” I tell her honestly as my palms stroke up and down her spine. “I’ve thought about this for so long. You and me,” I admit. “More than I should. There are rules though, and I don’t want to lose you.”

I wait for Kendall’s response, but none come.

Her breathing has slowed, her body relaxed against mine.

She’s asleep.

I kiss the top of her head, and then close my eyes, content to stay here as long as possible. To let everything be perfect for as long as it will last.