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go, but it’s not over the top.
    “A girl, can’t dress nicely?” I ask cocking my hip to the side. He’s wearing a pair of dark denim jeans that hug his firm thighs and tight ass. A white button up is covered by a gray vest with dark brown buttons that match his belt and shoes. I love the dapper style he has. The wallet change hanging out of his pocket lends a modern edge that has me pressing my thighs together to relieve the pressure building between my legs.
    “Kitten, you can do whatever you want.” The pet name sends heat rushing to my cheeks.  He places his fingers under my chin and forces me to meet his gaze. “You look beautiful.”
    “Thank you. You’re quite handsome.” I clear my throat.  “Where is everyone?”
    “Kids are with Mom and Dad for the evening. They’ll see them off to school.”
    “Why?” I asked shocked.
    “The only thing I wanted for my birthday was time alone with you.”
    “Hous.” His honesty floors me.
    “I set up a few things.”
    “It’s your birthday. I should be surprising you.”
    “You in that dress and those fuck me heels are gift enough.” My jaw drops. I’m not used to this side of him. It’s masculine, frank, and keeping my panties drenched. “Let me take that from you.” He takes the box from me and sets it on the table. “Come on.” He grabs my hand and laces our fingers. His romantic gestures are water after a drought. I want to drink them down and ask for a refill. As he leads me outside, the reasons for my hesitation drift further away.
    The backyard is transformed. A cream colored cushion rests against the large oak tree. A few feet from a white ply board he’s secured to run movies on with a projector. Wicker basket lights and a string of small white lights are wound around the tree adding light in the darkness. Bowls of popcorn and a bucket of beer rest beside the cushions. Green fire flies flicker, greeting us in the summer evening.
    “My mom might have helped with the decorations. I wanted to do something more than take you to a movie where we couldn’t even talk.”
    “You did good,” I whisper, tightening my grip to squeeze his hand.
    The boyish grin he directs at me weakens my knees. I’m seeing him in a new light, and it’s addicting. I want to see more of the sweetness he lost return.
    “What do you want to do first?” I ask
    He raises an eyebrow. “You sure you want to ask me that.”
    “Houston.” I look away unable to hold his heated gaze. His wicked chuckle makes me think of the massive espresso colored King size bed in his room. “I set up our favorite, Dracula.”
    “You don’t want your present first?”
    “Oh, believe me, I have it. The question is, can I open it?”
    He gently tangles his fingers in my curls and massages my scalp. I purr like the cat he’s nicknamed me for. I go boneless and lean against him, soaking in the warmth and delicious scent unique to him. He places feather light kisses down the side of my face.  His lips ghost over mine. His tongue teases the corners of my mouth. I part my lips eager for more. He moves away traveling down my neck. His nibbles on my pulse point make me moan. Tease. Two can play this game. I lightly trail my nails down his neck. He shudders.
    “Houston?”
    “Mmhmm.”
    “I’m going to need you to give me your mouth.”
    He looks up. His bushy eyebrows raise, and I giggle. His lips smash against mine, and our tongues get reacquainted. I suck on his tongue, hungry for more of him. His massive hands manipulate my ass like he’s working the dough for bread. My nipples strain against the silk bra. The ache in my center spreads throughout my body. His soft beard tickles my face, adding another layer of stimulation. I’m a mass of want and arousal.
    Breathing heavily, he turns the full weight of his stormy eyes on me. He must be a magician because I’m powerless to resist the pull. I frame his face with my hands and study the sincere expression of the man who makes me