“I wanted to experience all these things together.”
“And we will. But we don’t have to be doing the same things for that to happen.” I rake my teeth over my lips. “You liked feeling full while frotting?”
“And coming.”
“Then we should do more of that.”
Addy lifts his eyebrows. “Tonight?”
“God no, I’m exhausted. But soon?”
He kisses me gently. “Very,verysoon. I have a wish too.”
“Oh?” I hold my breath while I wait for him to voice it.
“I want to make love to you. To top you.”
“Tonight?” I ask cheekily.
He laughs. “Not tonight.”
“But soon?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.
“Yes, my love. Very,verysoon.”
Chapter17
Adrian
We’ve all been invited to a party for Fitz’s parents’ fortieth wedding anniversary. Because Fitz and I have been friends for years, our parents are inevitably acquaintances. Not ‘hang out regularly’ close, but friendly enough to invite each other to key events. My parents even got invited to Joe’s and Stephen’s weddings.
Joe volunteered Max to help out at A Spot of Tea so Fitz could spend all afternoon baking and decorating a red velvet cake. It’s beautiful. It’s covered in white fondant icing, with a thick layer of red royal icing on the top and dripping over the sides. He’s created red and white roses with green leaves out of icing to decorate the top. Macaroons, white icing swirls, and red hearts are nestled between the flowers. There’s a white chocolate disc with ’40’ written in red icing and ‘Mum & Dad’ piped in icing on the cake board in red. He’s finished it off with a few of the decorations at the base of the cake and scattered onto the board.
“Will you make us a cake when we’ve been together for forty years?” I ask as he unboxes it to put it out on display.
“When are we counting from?” he asks. “When we met or when we stopped being oblivious?”
I chuckle and kiss his neck. “Both?”
“Two fortieth anniversary cakes?”
“Why not? We’re only twenty years away from our first fortieth.”
Fitz turns and puts his hands on my chest. “Wouldn’t two anniversaries be a little greedy?”
“Not at all.” I lean down to kiss his lips. “If we got married, we could have three.”
“Huh.”
I’m not sure what ‘huh’ means, but it sounded light-hearted enough. I was making a joke, but maybe I’m more serious about the possibility of getting married than I thought. It’s certainly not a scary thought, not even close. I kiss him because all that matters right now is that we’re together and we’re happy and, for now, at least, two anniversaries is enough.
“Well, this is interesting.”
We break apart and turn around at the sound of my mum’s voice.
“Hi, Mrs Kennedy,” Fitz says.
Mum gives him an odd look. “You haven’t called me that in at least fifteen years, Fitz.”
