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“Surprise.”
The coachman greets us with a nod as I step off the porch and open the door for her. She moves toward me.
“Living the dream,” I whisper, and she smiles, stepping on board. Our friends and family load into the limos that pull into the driveway.
“We’ll meet you there,” I say, climbing inside with Autumn.
“Thank you,” she says. “This is... I’m speechless.”
I grin wide, grabbing the Moleskine book to write my poem for the day.
Happy Birthday, Love.
Hope the wish you made comes true.
Tell me when it does.
Then I scribble below it.
(I love you!)
As she tries to peek over my shoulder, I snap it shut. “No peeking.”
“Not even on my birthday?” She playfully pouts.
“Rules are rules.”
She pokes out her bottom lip. “What if I begged?”
“Keep looking at me like that and I might have to christen this pumpkin carriage.”
“Mm. I think I decided what I want for my birthday.”
Fire flashes in her eyes and she chews on her cheek as she scansdown my body. I glance out the small back window, seeing the limos slowly following behind us. The driver is in the front, secluded away from us. It’s fully private.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“You,” she whispers.
“Your wish is my fucking command.”
Chapter 41
Autumn
His lips crash into mine and we grow more desperate with each passing second. “I’m serious,” I say, glancing down at the bulge in his pants.
“Me too,” he tells me, grabbing my chin and meeting my eyes. “But we’re going to play the quiet game.”
I playfully narrow my eyes at him. “And if I get loud?”
“Control yourself, and I’ll reward you like agood fucking girllater.”
“When I receive my bare-ass birthday spankings?” My breathing grows ragged as it always does when he looks at me like he wants to unravel me. Over and fucking over again.
Zane licks his lips. Shit, I can barely handle how sexy he is and the fact that he’s my husband. He may have a four-leaf clover, but I’m the luckiest woman alive.
“Now.” He moves to the floorboard of the carriage and gets on his knees in front of me. I stare into his ocean-blue eyes and his eyebrow slightly quirks. “How many orgasms do you want, birthday girl?”
