Page 82 of Marry Me, Right Now

Taking her face gently between my hands, I said, “Happy birthday, my darling wife.” I gave her a tender kiss, which I hoped was appropriate on a special occasion like this. I was slightly surprised by her reaction, as she pulled me tightly against her, not letting me escape, drawing me deeper.

Feeling how much she wanted me was an indescribable thrill. Her hands pressed against the back of my shoulders, her lips parting slightly. I could hear the tiny hitch in her breath as I pulled her close. My hand slipped down her dress to caress her back, her soft skin so inviting it was hard to step back.

“We should eat our dinner while it’s hot,” I said gently. She looked up at me with an expression of pure dismay for half a blink, then nodded and smiled.

We sat down to eat, and Mia looked positively delighted with the lasagna with spinach and clementine salad, which I was pretty sure that we had one night on our honeymoon.

“This is the best,” she said, sipping the wine. “Thank you.”

We chatted about work, and what plants she wanted to add to the living room now that she had finally studied the light in the condo properly. Then we discussed a coffee of the world subscription program, and her excitement to get to the farmer’s market on Saturday to stock the kitchen with her favorites.

I noted with delight that although we ran out of food and wine, we would never run out of conversation.

“Should I open another bottle?” she asked.

“Maybe later, but let me give you your present first.”

Her eyes sparkled in the light of the golden sunset washing through the window beside us. “This stunning dinner was more than enough, really.”

“There’s one more little thing, birthday girl.”

“Please, you’ve given me so much already.” The way her soft eyes clenched at the thought of spending money bothered me, but I knew she’d be happy in just a few seconds.

Taking out my phone, I flipped to a photo. “Trust me, it’s the perfect gift. I knew you wouldn’t want jewelry, or anything fancy or wasteful. So I thought of something incredibly practical.”

Turning my screen so that she could see, she actually squealed when she saw the huge professional-level color printer. “Are you kidding?”

“Nope. It’s the very latest. It’ll do twelve by eighteen posters, card stock, auto fold and staple theatre programs, the whole nine yards. And it comes with a service team who will be installing it in your office tomorrow afternoon. Is that okay?”

She nodded frantically. “I can’t believe it.”

Mia actually seemed much more excited than she did about the large diamond earrings my Mother gave her, although the printer was likely close to the same price.

“The only thing it doesn’t print on is CDs,” I said, scrolling to the next photo. “But there is a little specialized printer that does those, and it’s coming tomorrow too. I figured a real printed CD would look better for band demos and stuff, right?”

Mia came over and kissed me, her hand stroking my cheek. “I couldn’t possibly think of a more perfect gift. It’s ridiculous that you spoil me this much, but it’s amazing how supportive you are of my little business. And me.”

She dissolved against me, curling against my body as if she had turned to liquid, her lips against my throat as my arms circled around her. Then she stopped herself, looking up at me as if she was terrified she’d done something wrong.

My pulse was already hammering in my ears. “So, birthday girl… maybe, if you like, since this is a special holiday in our world, we should treat it as a vacation?”

Her pupils widened as she nodded eagerly, instantly catching my meaning. “I think that’s a very logical train of thought.”

Standing up, I pulled her against me, our kisses immediately becoming heated. Something inside me snapped, and I didn’t even realize that I had picked her up and begun carrying her to the bedroom until I’d already started.

I dropped her in the center of my bed, then pulled my shirt off, nibbling along her shoulder while she unzipped her dress. Peeling her out of it slowly, I kissed her in a meandering trail along her shoulders, across her cleavage, then down her stomach.

“I love it when you don’t wear a bra, you sexy little tease,” I murmured. Tracing the soft curves of her breasts with my fingertips, she arched her back slightly to press herself against me. Mia was so sexy, so open. I’d never been with a woman who was so in touch with her sexuality.

Running my fingertips around her rosy little nipple, I lapped at it with my tongue. Her soft sigh as she caressed my shoulders undid me completely. I sucked deeply, taking as much of her breast into my mouth as I could while lightly pinching her other nipple between my fingers. Her little moans and twitches were intensifying.

She started to slip off her practically transparent pink panties. “No,” I said. “Let me.”

Spreading her slim thighs, I stroked along the silky fabric through the center of her swollen pussy lips. Her juices had already soaked through. A shudder of lust flickered down my spine as I realized how aroused she was for me.

Massaging her gently, I could feel her clit, her little gasp as I touched her there telling me how sensitive she was.

“Look at how wet you are for me,” I said softly, looking up at her with a wink. “A man could certainly get used to his sexy wife throwing herself at him.”

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