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My face feels just as shocked as his looks, and for a minute we both sit there, frozen, wondering what the heck just happened. Then we both burst into laughter.

“I didn’t know it did that,” I insist as he tips the cow again.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to keep a straight face in the barn again.” Luca scrubs a hand over his face.

“You’replanning to go back?” I tease.

“I’m planning to go wherever you go, babe.” He reaches for the next gift, oblivious to the goofy grin that statement puts on my face,thank goodness.

Luca beams as he opens the next two gifts, but when he gets to the smallest package, the dice, his carefree expression turns heated. Ripping the container open, he rolls the dice in his palm, pausing occasionally to read what they say before repeating the action to find a different combination of instructions. On the third take, he freezes, bringing his hooded eyes to mine.

“Bedroom. Now.”

I guess it’s time for dessert.

Chapter twenty-seven

Luca

There’s a bit of a war going on between my cock and my heart right now.

After surprising me with a birthday dinner, and the goofiest yet surprisingly thoughtful gifts, each one with a special meaning, I wanted nothing more than to make love to the man who makes me feel treasured. The one who’s putting his future on the line forme.

Then I opened the sex dice.

Sex dice.

Making love will have to wait. I’m gonna fuck my boyfriend into the next time zone. The next universe. Another stratosphere entirely.

“Strip and get on the bed,” I growl when we get to the bedroom.

Rather than rip his clothes off, Justus takes his time, undoing each of the buttons on his flannel with exaggerated patience, baring only the tiniest sliver of skin as he goes. When he gets to the last one, he leaves the shirt hanging open while he undoes the fly on his pants, parting them just enough to reveal the top ofourboxer briefs. He ends uplooking like some muscled lumberjack, and while I’m vaguely aware that’s a popular look among women, I never understood the appeal until right now.

Justus is fucking mouthwatering.

The dips and planes of his sculpted torso, only partially visible under his open shirt, tease me as they move in time with his expectant breathing. The ‘V’ of his sexy abs pulls my gaze to the bulge straining behind the soft fabric hugging it. And his eyes, hooded with lust, dare me to keep my composure.

I don’t.

Bolting forward, I wrap my arms around his bare waist and pull him flush with me. “As much as I enjoyed that little show.” I nip his neck. “You’re too fucking sexy not to touch.”

As I plaster my mouth to his in a bruising kiss, my hands wander over his smooth skin, tongues wrestling in a frenzy of need, breathless moans punctuating the depths of our desire. Justus’s meaty cock swells against his stomach, which the thin fabric of his shorts does little to contain. My own grows hard in response, fueled by the knowledge my touch has the power to affect him so completely.

“That goes for you too,” he rasps. “Get naked. I want to feel you.”

This time around, we rip our clothes off, scrambling to erase all barriers until our bare skin is pressed together from head to toe.

“God, baby.” I palm his ass, pulling him toward me as I rut my hips forward. “How is this real? How areyoureal?” I mumble between kisses.

There’s no answer—not unless you believe in fate—which I never put much stock in before. Juries out now, though.

“Where’s your present?” Justus asks when I move my mouth to that little spot where the shoulder meets the neck. “I want to know what I should do to you first.”

“I’m the birthday boy, I get to roll first.”

Justus leans just out of reach of my mouth. “The gift is thatIget to pleasureyou.”

“And you will.” I peck his sweet lips. “After I have my turn.”

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