Page 96 of A Song for You

The waitress arrives with the fried ice cream and two candles and my family sings to the both of us. When Cash tells us to make a wish, Jay and I lean in.

“Every wish I’ve ever made came true last night, Kitten,” Jay rumbles quietly. “So this one’s yours.”

I close my eyes and wish that I get to spend every birthday for the rest of my life with this man by my side.

Forty-Nine

Jay

You Were Meant For Me by Jewel

The first few weeks of November are a blur. They’re nights wrapped in Cat’s arms, mornings between her thighs, stealing her away from work for lunches. Sunday afternoons at the farmers’ market, brunch with her brothers, dirty martinis on the rooftop of the penthouse in the hot tub. It’s everything my girl likes. And I fall harder for her with every passing day, every kiss, every whispered I love you.

My father has been unusually quiet. He’s gearing up for a trip to London and dealing with his ex-wife, my brothers’ mother, which always takes a lot out of him, so I chalk the unusual behavior up to that.

He hasn’t said a word about Catherine Bouvier, and I’m cautiously optimistic that it’s because his worries lie elsewhere.

As far as I can tell from my conversations with Dean, the plan my father put in place has not been set into motion yet, which means I still have time to figure out what it is and to make sure that Cat remains unscathed.

The door to my office flies open, and before she even sets foot inside, I know it’s her. My secretary is under strict instruction to let her come back at any time. In the beginning, Cat insisted on waiting for approval before just walking in, but she’s beginning to find the joy in surprising me. And because I love nothing more than seeing her excited or on her knees, I still pretend that I’m shocked every time.

“Kitten, I wasn’t expecting you. Come over here.” I pat my lap.

She stalks over to me and settles between my thighs, dropping a kiss to my lips, her hands on my cheek and her eyes sparkling.

“I missed you,” she says simply.

I give her a lazy smile. “I always miss you.”

Our movements are quick, deliberate. My pants are down, her skirt is up, and I’m inside her in under a minute, pounding her against my desk, loving on her, kissing her, tweaking her nipples, and making her cry out my name. I muffle her sounds with my hand, which she takes as an opportunity to bite and then lick and then bite again. And then we both come hard. In less than ten minutes, she’s completely unraveled me.

“What the fuck was that?” I laugh, falling to her chest.

“That’s what we kids call a quickie, Mr. Hanson,” she teases.

I bite my lip, but the smile slips through. “Oh, you teaching me some lessons now, Kitten?”

I pull myself off her and reach for a tissue so she can clean herself up. As I buckle my pants and settle back into my chair, my eyes don’t leave her. She settles herself on my desk and crosses her legs.

“Pizza tonight?” I ask, already aching to get out of this office and take her home.

She frowns. “Can’t. I have plans.”

“You’re gonna fuck me and not even feed me?” I joke.

“What can I say? I was horny and needed my fill.”

Chuckling, I pull her onto my lap and run my hands through her hair. “What are these plans you have?”

She winces, and the easy feelings are replaced with anxiety.

“I told Mia I’d meet her for dinner.”

It’s been over a month since I’ve seen or spoken to Mia. Not since that night at the club. I don’t know whether Cat regularly keeps in contact with her, but to be honest, it would surprise me if she did.

“You’ve been talking to her?” I ask, a bolt of jealousy coursing through me.

Cat shakes her head. “Not really. That’s why she wants to grab dinner. We haven’t seen each other in over a month.”