on her lips. “You know what they are?”
“Of course I know what they are! They’re Charlie Harper’s coffee mugs!” He lifted one out of the box and held it up reverently.
“Yeah.”
“How’d you find them?” he asked again.
“On the Internet.” She bit her lip once more.
“I can’t believe you did that. I can’t believe you even knew…wow.” He slid a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. “Damn, I love…” you “…them.”
Whoa. What had that been that nearly slipped out? Eh, he was just happy about the present. And the pleased look on her face was as good as the present itself. Fuck. Fuck, he was crazy about her.
He gave his head a shake and got his shit together.
Dinner was fantastic, good food, lots of jokes, a few drinks. When they were done they moved to the dance club. It was relatively early, so not that crowded, but their VIP table was waiting for them. The DJ was spinning great mixes; they drank tequila and danced. Levi was the first to admit he was a little hammered, but he was having so much fun. Sloane surprised him by getting down and dirty on the dance floor, grinding against him.
“Who knew our star account director was such a bad girl?” he murmured into her ear, her body moving against his and making him hard again. “Wearing a sexy dress like that. Dancing dirty.”
She smiled and lifted her arms, moving to the beat. His dick throbbed.
“Can’t wait to get you home and peel you out of that hot little dress,” he growled. “You’re making me hard in public. You know what that means.”
She pushed her ass into his groin. “Am I going to get spanked?” She cast him a sultry glance.
“Oh yeah.”
The music shifted to a slower beat and he turned her to face him, hands going around her waist. She draped her arms over his shoulders and their eyes met as they danced. “I can’t wait either.”
They spent the night at her place. For some reason they always seemed to end up at his place. Probably because of Chuck. He’d had to make sure Colin would take him out in the morning so he could stay over at Sloane’s place. He liked her place. He liked being surrounded by her things, the objects she chose to decorate her condo—the big black and white picture propped against the wall on the fireplace mantel, the scented candles and carved wooden bowls on the coffee table, the pottery painted with sunflowers in her kitchen, and all the girly things in her bathroom.
Since both of them were a little wasted, the sex was sloppy and uninhibited. They laughed and groped each other. He didn’t actually spank her because she crawled between his legs and offered him a birthday blow job. How could he turn that down?
Her mouth on his dick was hot and luscious. He held her hair back from her face so he could get the visual too. Pleasure so blindingly intense swelled inside him, electricity racing through him, up his spine. So close… He held her head and stopped her.
“Stop,” he panted. “Wanna come inside you. Wanna fuck you, beautiful girl.”
“Yes, please.”
He knifed up to sit. He lifted her onto his lap. It took a bit of inebriated fumbling but finally they together managed to fit their parts together and he was inside her, fuck yeah. Hot. Wet. And bare.
“Shit,” he groaned. “Need a condom.”
“Do we?” She met his eyes, her fingers threading through his hair.
“Oh baby.” He gritted his teeth at the exquisite sensations rocketing through his body. His balls squeezed. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes. And I’m clean.”
“Christ, me too.” He made sure of that, often, despite religiously using condoms.
“Happy bareback birthday.” She kissed his mouth and he groaned again as he lowered her to her back without disconnecting their bodies, then fucked her hard. She slid a hand to her clit.
“Wanna fuck you all night. Christ, Sloane.” His blood felt like liquid fire in his veins, his body burning up. Exquisite pleasure raced through him. She cried out her now-familiar orgasm sounds as her body contracted around him, so fucking perfect and beautiful it made him come too. His brain sizzled into blackness as he came hard inside her.
He wasn’t sure how much time passed before he roused. He suspected they both might have passed out. “Baby,” he murmured. “I kinda wish I’d been sober for that.”
She giggled and kissed his shoulder. “We can