10 years later …
I sink into my favorite chair after getting home from another hectic day as CEO of the wellness company I started four years ago, after finally completing my master’s degree. I’m so exhausted today that it feels like my bones are made of oatmeal; I only remember that it’s my birthday now that I have time to check my personal messages and see the slew of well wishes from friends and family. Wren even sent me a video of her kids singing happy birthday, and my heart aches from how cute they are.
I look around the house, expecting to see evidence of some surprise. Gage always makes such a big deal about my birthday, even though I myself forget it half the time, but there’s doesn’t seem to be anything amiss, at least in this room. It’s just me and the chair and the shelves of books we’ve accumulated over the years. Honestly, he’s been even busier than me the last few weeks; his own company is in the midst of a merger that promises to help both companies serve more people more effectively. That he’s forgone his annual birthday celebration for me means that he’s giving it his full attention, and the thought makes my heart swell with affection. I’m so proud him and how he pours himself into everything.
I doze off in my cushy chair for a while, only to wake up to my husband’s feathery kisses along my jaw, just the way he knows I love. I wrap my arms around him, energized by the power nap, and kiss him back. I’m determined not to bring up my birthday and make him feel bad. He’s been working so hard, and it’s not like twenty-eight is a big milestone or anything. He pulls me out of the chair, and I see suitcases in the hall over his shoulder.
“Do you have to go back overseas for the merger?” I groan. It’s bad enough he forgot, but I don’t even get to spend the night with him?
“No,” he says, a mischievous smile curling his lips. “The merger is a done deal.”
I shout with happiness and throw myself into his arms to congratulate him. With a laugh, he whirls me around and plops me down near the doorway. “These are for your surprise birthday trip to Honolulu.”
At first, I shriek with happiness. I’ve always wanted to go to Hawaii, and now he’s making it happen. But then, I wilt. “I don’t know how I can possibly swing it with my schedule right now,” I say.
“I’ve been working with your assistant on this top-secret mission for weeks,” he says with a grin. “I know you love a good secret mission, so we made it happen. The next ten days are completely free and belong to me, gorgeous. Just sun and sand and—” He grabs me and pulls me close, his hands curling around my backside as his tongue swipes between my lips. “Lots of this,” he murmurs against my mouth.
The idea is so intoxicating, I push him down and back onto the floor and start pulling at his clothes. “I thought you forgot because you were so busy,” I admit.
He grabs my hands and keeps me from opening any more shirt buttons. “I’d never forget my wife’s birthday,” he says, offended. Then he laughs as I keep reaching for his shirt. “We don’t have much time. We need to get to the airport.”
“We can join the mile high club too, then,” I say, straddling him and grinding against his hard cock. “I need this now.”
“It’s your birthday, baby.”
“Damn right.” I say.
He pulls my head down for a kiss while his fingers find my clit. There are far too many clothes between us, and I jerk away, pulling on his shirt. He hoists my skirt up to my waist and yanks my panties aside, stroking my swollen nub. I’m already soaked and ready for him, and his touch only makes me more impatient. I forget about his shirt for the moment. His still-ripped abs can wait. His cock strains at the front of his suit pants, and I eagerly get them open to wrap my hand around his thick shaft. It pulses in my hand, a bead of moisture pooling at the tip. I wriggle out of his grasp and slip down his body, taking his full length in my mouth.
His groan drives me to suck him hard while he runs his fingers through my hair. “It’s your special day,” he gasps. “Let me …”
I reach up my hand to shut him up, sliding two fingers into his mouth. “This is exactly what I want to be doing,” I say. “You know how much I love sucking your huge cock.”
His eyes roll back, and he kisses my fingers while I greedily slide my mouth up and down his slick shaft. I’m aching for him by the time he grabs my arms and pulls me back up to straddle him.
“Enough,” he growls. “I only want to come inside your tight little pussy.”
I barely have time to gasp before he’s sheathed deep inside me, and I grab his shoulders and hang on while he lifts my hips, pounding me from below. I find my senses and take over, riding him with all the abandon of our years of love for each other. I capture his gaze, and he pauses for a moment, squeezing my hips. I lower myself to kiss him, finally giving in to the bliss he always gives me. My moans get louder as he refuses to let himself go, only wanting to drive me further over the edge.
I rear back and scream out my pleasure just as he shoots his seed deep inside me. He doesn’t know about my secret birthday wish yet, but I hope it comes true.
He’s still gasping for air when I gently slide to his side and rest my head on his shoulder. He turns to kiss me, and I wipe a bead of sweat off his brow. I love him so much, and he’s given me everything, except …
“There is something I’d really like,” I say, feeling a bit shy for the first time in ten years.
“Anything,” he says. “It’s your birthday. Anything you want.”
I lean up on my elbow to see his reaction when I confess what’s been missing in our perfect life. “I want a baby,” I say. “I’m twenty-eight now, and I think it’s time. I’m ready to cut back on my time at the office, and the daycare I’ve implemented here for employees has been a huge success. I’d love to take advantage of it,” I joke.
I search his eyes, praying we’re on the same page. But of course, we are. We always have been.
“I can’t wait,” he says, lifting his head to kiss me. “Let’s do it again, start working on it right now.”
I laugh. “What about the trip?”
He looks at his watch, eyes widening. “Damn, I almost forgot. We need to get to the airport.”
“The mile high club awaits,” I laugh, jumping up.
“Absolutely, and we won’t stop until you’re pregnant.” He pops up and starts straightening his clothes.
“I can’t wait, Gage,” I tell him, hurrying to fix my skirt and make sure my blouse is tucked back in.
“Neither can I.” He grabs my hand and pulls me toward the hall, as eager as I am to get started on our exciting new future.
