Page 124 of My Best Years

“Hi.”

I dreamt about this for years, finally coming home to my girl. And now, here she is—in my lap, staring back at me with the most mesmerizing silver eyes I’ve ever seen.

I’m holding my entire world in my arms right now. I still can’t believe this is my new reality.

Birdie’s legs tighten around my waist when I sink my fingers into her hair and pull her lips to mine. At first, I start with a light peck. Then, she lets out a sexy whimper as I take my time sucking on her lower lip.

A low groan rumbles from my chest when she parts my lips with her tongue and licks into my mouth. My cock stirs, coming alive as our tongues welcome each other home for the day.

Yeah, I will definitely never get used to this.This is my version of heaven. Nothing could be better than this feeling.

I skim my hands down her back before taking her ass beneath my palms and giving her a tight squeeze. I know she feels it when my cock twitches against her center because she moans into my mouth. A sound that never ceases to drive me wild.

“Mmmm,” she hums, her brows pinching together as she struggles to pull back. “The pizza’s going to get cold.”

“Can’t we heat it up later?”

Her eyes roll back as I nip at her jaw.

“I chilled the wine perfectly,” she pants. “For,” she breathes, “our movie night.”

“Movie night?” I say against her skin as I place open-mouth kisses down her neck.

“Mmmhmm,” she nods. “And I hope you’re not tired because I don’t plan to sleep fora whileafter the movie.”

She rolls her hips suggestively, telling me exactly what she wants to do after the movie. My cock grows painfully hard between us.

“I figured the movie would be kind of like…foreplay.”

Jesus Christ.

I’ve never wanted a film to roll the credits more than I do now.

“Yeah?” I rasp. I slip my fingers beneath her sleep shorts to massage her peachy ass.

“Yeah,” she purrs. “So go change into something comfortable so we can get the night started.”

When I look over her shoulder, I notice she has her laptop connected to the TV. A line of confusion forms between my brows because we have a smart television capable of streaming everything.

“Is something wrong with the TV?”

She turns to look, following my gaze.

“Oh, uh…” she stammers. “There’s something I want to show you…on my laptop. Then, we’ll watch the movie after.”

Huh?

What the hell is going on…

I swear to God, if she puts on a sexy homemade movie, I will die of cardiac arrest on my living room floor.

“What do you have up your sleeve, Birdie Wren?” I smirk. “And are you trying to send me to an early grave?”

She rolls her eyes.

“You’ll see,” she nudges my chest with her hand. “But I promise, it’s not what you’re thinking.”

I decide to take a guess.

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