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“Come for me, Fitz,” I whisper against his lips, before biting his bottom one.
“Anything for you.” He thrusts into me harder, making me see stars before he buries his face in my neck and I feel his cock pulsating inside of me.
He stands back to look at me, gently tucking my hair behind my ear and letting his forefinger caress my cheek. “I’d celebrate my birthday every year if I got to celebrate it with you.”
Rip my heart out, why don’t you?
CHAPTER 42
FITZ
Lauren comes back from the bathroom wearing one of my Fitzgerald Firm sweatshirts, with the sleeves rolled up at her wrists, her hair still up but in ajust fuckedmess, and a pair of my gym socks. I, however, am in nothing but my black boxer briefs as she skips over to me, throwing her arms around my neck. I’m shocked when she reaches up on her toes and kisses me. Her lips are so soft, and her touch so gentle, I wouldn’t mind living this night on a loop for a little while.
“Are you hungry?” she asks, tilting her head back to look at me.
“Starving.” She bites her lip and grabs my hand to pull me behind her.
“I picked up your true love in food form, but it’s clearly going to need to be reheated. I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course.” I watch as she preheats the oven, pulling out a pizza pan and placing a few pieces on it, before grabbing the bottle of wine. I take it out of her hands and she frowns.
“Wait…was that drink at your dad’s party the only drink I get to haveallnight?” I laugh and shake my head.
“No, I was just coming to pour our drinks. You’ve done enough for me today.” I assure her, pinching her chin.
“Hardly,” she argues. “I’m a huge birthday girl. If you don’t feel absolutely spoiled, then I have failed.”
“Do people spoil you on your birthday, Trouble?” She smiles and nods.
“Yeah, my friends never let me down in that department.” There’s a vacant sadness in her eyes that I can tell she’s trying to mask.
“Have other people let you down in that department?” I frown.
“It doesn’t matter if they have or not. I know who to surround myself with on days when I want to feel good…when I want to be happy.” I wrap my arms around her, resting my chin on her head.
“I’m sorry I brought it up, I just wanted to make sure you’ve felt just as special on your birthdays as you’ve made me feel tonight.” I feel her smile against my chest.
“You haven’t even opened your gift yet.” The devious little smirk on her face has me curious what on earth she might have gotten me. She puts the pizza in the oven, sets a timer on her phone, and grabs the big ass bag off the floor that’s been hiding behind the counter.
“Oh my god, you weren’t joking.” My eyes widen when I see the bag that’s half her size.
“I never joke about birthdays.” She holds the bag out to me and claps her hands. “Open it!”
“So bossy.”
“So slow.” I grin and start pulling the paper out of the bag. My brows pinch together when I pull out the first item. “A Taylor Swift record…” I look up at her and am terrified to react because I don’t know if this is supposed to be a joke or not.
“I noticed you didn’t have one yet,” she says simply.
I choose the safest route with vague gratitude. “I certainly do not. Thank you.” I look at it again, seeing the titleMidnightswritten across the top, not sure what I’m supposed to do with this. Then she bursts into a fit of laughter. “What?” I’m starting to laugh now too simply because hers is so contagious.
“It’s a gag gift, Fitz…Well, sort of.”
“What do you mean, sort of?”
“Well I’m obviously going to make you listen to it with me because it’s amasterpiece, but I didn’t think you’d be like… jumping up and down excited about it.”
“I’m gonna stop you right there, I don’t getjump up and down excitedabout anything. The closest thing to make that happen would be seeing you naked, and if you’re naked, I’m probably naked too and no one wants to see me jumping up and down like that.” She gives me a seductive look and I shake my head at her.
