Page 122 of Crossing Lines

She works me until I shoot up inside her, and then we climb out of bed to shower together.

My doorbell pings while we’re dressing.

“I’ll get it!” Davia dashes past me out of the bedroom.

“Okay then.” I finish putting on my socks and walk into the living area to see what she’s doing.

Davia closes the door and turns with a gift box. “Happy Birthday, babe.”

I chuckle. “What’s this?”

“Gift number one.” She hands it to me. “I want to spoil you on your special day.”

“Thank you.” Smiling, I remove the cover and lift the packing paper. My eyes widen. “Damn. These are some nice ass John Lobb loafers. Baby, they’re ex—”

“Don’t think about that,” she hushes me with a kiss on my lips. “You like them?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Wear them later.” She kisses me again. “Now let me make your birthday breakfast.”

I hold her from behind before she walks into the kitchen, kissing her cheek. “I love you.”

“Love you too. Open the gifts on the balcony while I work on breakfast.”

“What?” I move back and look out the glass door, seeing a stack of boxes of various sizes on the chair. “Oh, you sneaky girl.”

“Hmm.” She winks and continues to the fridge.

I carry the boxes inside to the sofa. Opening the first one, a wave of emotions washes over me when I see the card full of messages from the kids and staff at the youth center. I glance at Davia, wondering when she even had time to do this. Along with the card, they gifted me a framed photo of everyone and a t-shirt with the center’s logo.

My sniffling makes Davia look over. “You all right, baby?”

“Yeah, ahem. My throat’s a little dry.”

She gives me a loving smile. “Sure.”

“I really appreciate this, though.”

“They appreciate you for using your time.”

“Hm.” Composing myself, I set aside the gifts from the youth center and open the rest, cheesing at every item my baby bought me.

I finish and take in the designer spring jacket, fresh kicks, socks, ties, a new journal, a Tom Ford gift set, and Ray-Ban sunglasses.

“Wow, baby. Thank you for all this.”

“You’re welcome.” She brings the loaded breakfast plates to the table. “Come eat. I have a treat for you after.” Her eyes glisten as she lowers them to my shorts and bites her lip.

I smirk. “You know I love your treats.”

“Mmmhmm.”

Following a heated session that leaves me temporarily immobile, Davia continues spoiling me with a visit to the spa, the jewelry store to pick up a customized platinum watch, wine tasting, and lunch on a yacht.

We dock after enjoying the fiery sunset on the water. I assume we’re ending the day with a quiet dinner at Mama G’s. But Davia blindfolds me before driving from the harbor.

She slows down, helps me out of the car, and frees my eyes, revealing that we’re at a vintage harborside hotel. “Ooh, a little R&R before dinner. All right now.”

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