Birthday Queen Era? Part 2
One wild birthday. One very bad decision. Candi’s birthday bash takes a steamy turn.
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“Open wide…wider!”
My mouth fills up, and I almost gag.
“Come on. Swallow!”
I take a big gulp and wince. Ugh. I hate chugging alcohol, even if it is Prosecco. Whose idea was it to get an ice luge shaped like a shot glass?
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand just as George takes my other hand, pulling me against his solid chest.
“Good girl,” he whispers seductively, licking some Prosecco off my neck. His wet, warm tongue makes me shiver.
Oh, the things he can do with his tongue. That’s why I let him into my birthday party—despite Yoanna’s crossed arms and dagger-like glares. She hired security, told them to stick to the list, and insisted I take him off. I did. But when I saw him at the door—his chiseled jaw, five o’clock shadow, tan skin, broad shoulders, and those deep russet eyes—I caved. I grabbed him, ignoring Yo’s lethal stare, and pulled him through the crowd at the entrance. And now, here I am, ready to get devoured at Vivere.
“Come with me,” George says, leading the way. I follow close behind, my hand on his waist so I don’t lose him in the crowd. We weave through the party toward Vivere’s outdoor garden—still locked until summer.
“We can find another spot,” I say to him, pulling him away from the door.
“Ye of little faith.”
George goes into his pocket and reveals a pick. He inserts the pick into the lock and wiggles it around to open the door.
“What are you doing?” I squeal, glancing over my shoulder and praying no one noticed.
“Live a little.”
Click. He pushes the door open, grabs my hand, and pulls me into the darkness of the garden. The door shuts behind us. I can’t see a thing, but I can feel everything—my heart pounding, adrenaline surging, his large, masculine hands gripping my waist, and the cold brick wall pressing against my back.
“Now,” George growls in my ear, his warm breath on my skin setting me abaze. “Open wide, birthday girl.”
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He spreads my legs with his own, commanding and sure. His hand glides from my waist, past my belly button, until it finds the aching pulse between my thighs. I moan as he circles my swollen bud, then sinks a finger inside my wet heat, making me gasp. He pumps slowly at first, readying me for his manhood, before speeding up steadily. George is always in full control. I hate it and love it all at once.
My eyes flutter with ecstasy. My muscles tighten, and I whimper his name into the night. “George, oh, George…I want you inside of me.”
He lets out a deep, seductive laugh, almost villainous. He knows he has me right where he wants me, begging like a desperate dog in heat.
“Not yet.”
His hands keep working, driving me wild.
“Please…please…” I plead.
I sense a light sweeping over us, but George keeps thrusting into my sweetness, his head buried in the curve of my neck, kissing and sucking inch by inch. I wail, teetering on the edge.
“Break it up!”
My eyes flutter open, blinded by a sudden beam of light. George, focused on one thing and one thing only, doesn’t even acknowledge the man standing in front of us.
“George,” I breathe, my voice unsteady. “Stooop… oh—stop.”
He chuckles darkly. “Let him watch,” he says, still determined to finish what he started.
“NYPD! Hands where I can see them. Step away from the lady—now.”
George takes a step back, runs his wet, sticky fingers through his hair, and smirks. “Officer.”
I stare in horror as he’s handcuffed, and a second officer approaches me.
“Hands behind your back,” she commands.
“Wait—what?!” I cry, my eyes filling with tears. “Ma’am… officer… it’s my birthday, and, you know, things got a little crazy. We were just having fun! We didn’t hurt anyone!”
“You trespassed on private property. Picked a lock. That’s illegal,” the male officer states flatly.
Tears stream down my cheeks as the female officer cuffs me. The male officer leads George toward the exit. Just before they disappear through the gate, George glances back at me with those intense, bad-boy eyes and grins.
“Happy birthday, Candi.”
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