Page 43 of Right Where You Left Me
“Of course, Emma.”
And I do. I just can’t help that little green monster clawing at my chest. But I’ll try. Fuck, will I try.
“Good.” She says, planting a soft kiss on my cheek. “Now, I want to talk about your birthday.”
I groan dramatically, causing a few heads to turn toward us. I scowl at a few of them. “What about it?” I huff.
“Our big birdie told me that you don’t usually do anything fun to celebrate.”
I shrug. “It’s just a day. Thirty-four isn’t going to be any different than thirty-three.”
“Well,” Emma says primly. “I disagree, which is why River and I have planned to take you out to a club in the city this weekend.”
“Emma.” I whine. “I would so much rather spend my birthday, with you. Naked preferably.”
“Sage!” Emma gasps, looking around the cafe to see if anyone heard me. I chuckle and pull her in for another soft kiss.
“Relax, baby.” I murmur against her mouth. “No one cares.”
She melts into me a little before she pushes me away. “We’re at work.” She scolds half-heartedly.
I smirk and shrug. “Can’t help it that my girlfriend is so hot.”
Her cheeks scorch and she huffs a breath before turning her attention back to the cups in front of her. “Birthday. This weekend.” She says. “It’s happening.”
“Alright.” I relent, bumping her hip with my own.
Emma’s shift ends before I’m done helping out, and I watch her leave with a soft smile on my face and a wave as she walks past the window toward her car. I let out a breath. A fucking birthday party, at aclub. The things I’d do for this woman…
“So.” Piper says, cutting through the thoughts swirling in my head. “Things seem to be going well.”
“Yeah.” I say, my smile growing. “Really, really well.”
“It’s good to see you happy.” Piper says softly. “Now, move your butt and make those coffees.”
“You ready baby?” I call out from my living room. Emma spent the night last night. She said she wanted to watch me wake up on my birthday and be the first person to tell me in person. The little freak. Fuck, she’s so sweet. My chest feels too tight to feel everything inside of it as I look toward the door to my bathroom where she’s primping. I’ve been ready for a while, wearing a dark pair of jeans with a cream, silk button up tucked into them, but Emma always takes a little longer to get herself ready.
“Almost!” She chimes back. “I can’t get my dress zipped.”
“Would you like some help?”
She’s quiet for a moment, not even grumbling to herself while she tries again, before she says, “I wanted to come out and surprise you with what I’m wearing.”
“Oh, baby.” I coo. “It’s still a surprise. Let me help?” I slowly walk to the bathroom doorway, a hand covering my eyes so that I don’t ruin her surprise if she tells me she really doesn’t want my help.
I hear her huff and smile to myself when I hear her soft ‘alright’ come from the bathroom. I try to keep my composure walking into the room where Emma is currently muttering curses under her breath. Her skin tight, blood red dress is hugging her ass so fucking nicely, the straps thin little strips across her shoulders. “Oh my God.” I wheeze reaching for her zipper. I take my time, skimming my fingers down her spine, kissing each of her freckled shoulders as I slide her zipper up.
“You look beautiful baby.” I murmur across her skin. “Like a sinful little treat, just for me.”
Her skin flushes and a shy smile stretches across her face. “You like it?” She asks coyly.
“Love it.” I say, nipping at the skin behind her ear. “You’re going to be cold though.”
She hums and shifts so she’s leaning against my chest. “I’m going to wear my leather jacket over it.”
I groan and kiss her neck again. “Good.” I rasp. My hands wrap around her front, slowly gliding down to the hem of her silky dress where it hits the middle of her thighs. My fingers tease at the exposed skin and she lets out a little gasp as I stroke the sensitive spot there. She widens her legs, silently asking for me to touch her more. I give her what she wants, shifting to tease the thin strip of lace covering her warm cunt.Fuck. I groan into her neck. “You’re wet for me, baby?” I croak.
“Always.” She says on a breath.
