waist and the buttons that rest down the center of her chest.
I slide my big hands across her breasts and push the jacket all the way off her body until Birdie is completely naked on my bed.
Yes, please.
“You like?” she asks and starts to sit up on her elbows, but I gently push her back down on the bed.
“I love, but before I get started, there’re some rules you need to know about.”
“Rules? What rules?” She quirks a brow, and I stand up to slide my sweats and boxer briefs off my body.
My cock, already hard for her, juts out from my waist, and I don’t miss the way her gaze greedily flits down my body or the way her tongue sneaks out across her bottom lip when she stares at my arousal.
“Are you listening, sweetheart?” I ask, and she moves her now-heated gaze to mine. “Because these rules are very important.”
“I hope they involve orgasms.” Birdie smirks like a little seductress.
“Oh, don’t worry, they do,” I say and grip both of her thighs in my hands, spread them wide, and kneel between her legs. “Remember that first time we had sex, sweetheart?” I ask, my lips mere inches from her pussy. “When you got all wild and did whatever the fuck you wanted.”
“Mmhmm. I do.”
“Well, this time, I’m going to be in control,” I whisper and blow a warm breath toward her clit as I reach up to push her hands down so they’re resting at her hips.
She whimpers.
“So, you be a good girl and don’t move your hands,” I tell her, leaning forward to lick my tongue against where she is already wet and throbbing. “And just so you’re clear on what is about to happen, I’m going to drive you fucking crazy.”
She whimpers again. Licks her lips.
“Then when you feel like you’ve had enough, when the pleasure is too intense, I’m going to stop, but only for a brief moment, before I do it all over again. And I’m going to keep that up. I’m going to do every dirty, wild, delicious thing to you until your mind and body explode and you’re begging me to finish you off with my cock.”
“Holy hell,” she half mutters, half moans.
“Happy birthday, Birdie.” I hover my lips over the apex of her thighs, where she is already wet and throbbing.
“My birthday isn’t until tomorrow,” she says through a breathless whisper.
“Exactly.” I smirk up at her. “And this is me getting an early start on the festivities.”
I have quite a few things up my sleeve for Birdie’s birthday tomorrow. Some of which have required assistance from Howie and my family.
But right now, making her come is the utmost priority.
So, I don’t waste any time getting down to business. I get motherfucking started on giving Birdie more pleasure than her hot little body ever knew was possible.
Get ready, firecracker.
Tonight, orgasms.
Tomorrow? Lots of surprises.
Birdie
Ten years ago, when I pictured what twenty-eight would look like for me, it didn’t include my baby sister engaged to Luca freaking Weaver and mere weeks away from giving me a niece or nephew, or me being on location in Memphis to film a Hollywood film in which I had been cast in a starring role.
And it certainly did not include this year’s Hottest Man Alive waking me up by pressing kisses to my bare boobs.
“Good morning, Birdie,” Andrew whispers, his lips brushing across my breasts and making a gentle path up my collarbone until they stop at my lips. “It’s time to wake up, eat some breakfast, and celebrate the glorious day you came into the world.” He presses a kiss to my mouth. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”
“What time is it?” I blink open my eyes and instantly stare into soft blue.
“A little after seven,” he answers, a handsome smile playing at the corners of his lips. “How does it feel to be another year older?”
“Ask me that question again once I’ve had time to drink some coffee.” I groan, and Andrew chuckles in amusement.
“Well, grumpy, you’re in luck because I have an entire breakfast feast ready for you.”
I sit up in the bed, resting my back on the pillows and headboard behind me, and watch with tired eyes as he walks over to a cart standing at the foot of the bed. It’s covered with a white tablecloth, and resting on top, in an organized display, sits a pot of coffee, glasses, orange juice, cutlery, and a bunch of plates topped with silver domes.