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“You’re older by six days, and I know you’ve got something planned, my sexy Sagittarius.”
I taste her neck. “Are we gonna eat, or are we gonna fuck?”
My hard cock in her hand ain’t craving stir-fry right now.
Her lips find mine, demanding, “I want a hard answer.”
“Do you interrogate all your suspects like this? Because I’d shoplift hemorrhoid cream every damn day to have my hard cock in your hand.”
“I’m asking the questions.” No, she’s pulling my shorts down.
I’m thrilled by this and my big plans for our birthdays. “And I’m not answering them.”
“Well then.” She swishes away, leaving me and my bare boner in the kitchen. “Guess we’re both not screwed.”
I drop the chopping knife in my hand on the cutting board and shout, “Woman, you better run!”
Pulling my shorts back up, I chase her through the house while she squeals at my pursuit.
She beats me to our bed and flops there. “Tell me!” When she whines, it’s cute. For about four minutes. “You’ve been whispering with Silas for weeks, and I’m dying to know.”
“It’s a big damn box of the patience you don’t have.” I crawl on top of her. “That’s your birthday present.”
“Fine.” She pinches my ass. “Then what are you getting me for Christmas?”
“Double whatever you get me.”
“So we’re going to Hawaii for two weeks?”
“That’s my present?”
“Surprise.”
“But we just opened the gallery, and we’re slammed.”
Timing the opening of my charity art gallery with the holidays was a stroke of financial genius. It’s also been a shit-ton of work during what’s supposed to be my two months off before going back to set. But it’s all for a good cause. We’ve already raised a quarter million.
“I know.” She tickles her fingertip over my lips. “That’s why we’re going after the New Year. Your artists can handle it. Trust me.”
This will be her first birthday, her first Christmas, her first everything without Mama G, and I’m taking care of everything. Our families are coming over. We have gifts and wedding plans to make.
But our thirtieth birthdays? Mine is December eleventh, and hers is the seventeenth. And yes, I’ve made plans with Silas.
With that reminder, I roll to my back. “I think we should wait until Saturday, until your birthday.”
“What?” She jumps on top of me. “You big tease, that’s three days from now.”
“Yep. And I need you good and horny for it.”
“But I’m horny now.”
“And you smell like onions.”
“Uh!” She pins my wrists over my head, almost looking offended, but her beauty gazing down at me wins, and waiting until Saturday won’t be easy. “Take that back.”
God, this is the sight.
It’s the one I held onto in my darkest days when my body threatened to die along with my soul. When I couldn’t find anything but pain and hell, I closed my eyes and prayed for Cade like this. Smiling at me. Loving me. Our bright future sparkling in her purple eyes. And me driving her so fucking crazy she’s deliriously happy.
