Page 50 of The Bitter Rival

“What’s the matter, GG?” I ask carefully as I look down into her big brown eyes.

“Do you have any plans? For your birthday, I mean.”

“I have a stripper coming by the house later.”

“Jeez, I should’ve known,” she huffs.

Grabbing her little body against mine, I push my lips against her ear. “I had planned to go home and jerk off to thoughts of you,” I admit.

Spinning on her heel, she looks at me, eyes wide.

“What? Did you want me to lie?”

Her cheeks turn deliciously pink, and she turns away from me as she notices Charlie pulling up to the curb.

I open the rear door for her, and she slides in, making room for me to join her without needing to walk around the vehicle.

“Where to, sir?”

“His place,” Isabella answers.

I look over, unable to hide my surprise.

“Well, do you want your gift or not?”

CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE

Sebastian

We’ve barely made it inside before we’re frantically pulling each others’ clothes off. Reaching behind her, I grab her zipper and gingerly lower it, so I don’t ruin her dress in my haste to get it off of her. I barely manage to get it halfway down before I’m pulling her dress over her head by the hem.

I feel her fingers pulling at my buttons. I can’t fight this untamable desire to feel her skin on mine and forcefully pull the front of my shirt open, buttons pinging against the marble countertop and hardwood floor. Clutching her body against mine, I nibble at the nape of her neck as I feel the soft swell of her breasts brush against my pecs. Reaching behind her, I pop the clasp of her bra and take a step back to watch her tits plunge free.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I moan as I drop my mouth to her soft mounds.

“Sebastian?” she whimpers against my tight pull on her nipples. On second thought, that sounded more like a question than a moan.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I know it’s your birthday, but can I-?”

“Anything.”

“Anything?”

“God, I’d give you anything right now?” I groan as I continue to nibble and lick on her creamy skin, my dick at full mast and ready for more.

“Can I tie you up?”

What the fuck?I certainly wasn’t expecting that. “Um, what?”

“Please?” She’s standing here, topless, wearing only the tiniest black laced panties and black heels, hair mussed, dark eyes wide and hopeful. Jesus, if she asked me to marry her right now, I’d have a hard time saying no.

“You’re not going to leave me like that when you run off this time, are you?”

Giggling, she quickly answers, “No.” Throwing her arms around my neck, she kisses my throat.

“If I ask you to untie me, will you?”

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