Violet taps her pen on the paper. “So you were manifesting but doing it wrong.”
I shrug. “Write whatever you want, Vi.”
Bella begins writing. “I’m making a list of my desires rather than dwelling on the negative parts of my life.”
“That works too. But we destroy the lists as though we are sending it to the universe to make judgment.” I’m in a happier place, and for the first time, I also make a wish list.
My cell buzzes with a message.
The meeting finished early. Can I come over and give you your birthday present?
I grin at the screen.
My friends are still here.
Can I join you?
I’ll call you when they leave. They will ask too many questions.
I don’t care. I’ve missed you, and I never want to spend a day away from you again.
He knows how to win my heart.
You’re a baller, BJ.
As much as I want it to be true, he is on the road a lot,and it’s all part of the game. But I can live with that, knowing he’ll be coming home to me.
I start writing.
In ten years from now, be as happy as I am today.
I’m aloneand in bed by the time Brandon arrives.
“Happy birthday, Lottie,” he says as he strips quickly, and goose bumps scatter all over me. He has the best body, muscled in all the right places. My eyes lower to my favorite muscle. “Did you have a good night?”
“Hmm…” I focus. “Conversations with my girls are always…interesting.”
“When do I get to meet them?” He pulls back the sheets and jumps under the covers beside me. I’m already naked and ready, his eyes rounding with approval.
The idle chatter disappears the moment his lips are on mine. Lust pumps through every inch of me, and I open my legs, not wanting to wait any further. “What is my present?” I murmur against his lips.
Brandon lifts his head, his face screwed up with worry. “You told me not to get you anything?”
I giggle at his reaction. “Not a gift.Now?” My hand strokes around the hard length of him. “I only want you.”
“And you have me.” He dips his head under the sheet and parts my pussy lips with his fingers. He licks deep and slow. I shudder with the arousal. Pressing a hand to my pelvis, he holds me still as he licks deeper, nibbles at my clit, and then sucks firmer. Fingers push inside of me and work their magic while his mouth remains strong on my clit. I buck, unable to contain the pleasure building between mylegs. He doesn’t break his pace, flicking and sucking while his fingers pump me into a beautiful euphoria, and I come loudly, smacking the linen beside me as I do.
“BJ,” rolls off my lips in a delicious breath. His tongue slides along the length of my abdomen toward the middle of my chest, directly to my mouth. He kisses me deep, the salty taste of my orgasm on his lips. He lifts my thigh, then reaches down and guides himself into me. I shudder with need with the first entry, deep and wonderful as he stretches me. He pulls out and slowly slides in while holding me close, loving me.
Loving me.
Another orgasm builds as I know what tonight means.
I come again and again with Brandon’s slow worship of my body. Every touch, every kiss takes us to heaven together. I can’t remember a birthday when I was loved so deeply, and I don’t want tonight to end.
It’s already two in the morning, and I’m in a dreamy state where exhaustion is to blame for my loose lips.
“Please come to lunch tomorrow at my parents.” It’s dark, yet I feel him stiffen beside me.
