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“Mac, where are you going?” I whine.

“I didn’t get any cake last night, so I figured I’d start today with dessert.”

He grabs the waistband of my purple underwear and gives them a tug. Oh. Lifting my ass, he pulls them off me and then proceeds to kiss down my navel, to the tops of my thighs. Mac slides his hands down my legs and his lips follow, leaving my skin feeling like lava.

Mac taps the top of my thigh twice. “Open up.”

He slides his hand along my inner thigh and my legs drop open, giving him full access to my now soaked pussy. He hisses.

“You’re already glistening for me.”

I bite my lip and moan, nodding. My heavy eyes watch as he slides a finger through the wetness he’s created and brings it to his mouth, sucking it clean with a groan. He leans down again, kissing the inside of my thigh. I squirm under him, moaning and writhing, lifting my hips to chase his lips as he ignores my throbbing clit.

“Mac, please,” I beg.

He looks up at me with a devilish grin and then finally places his hot mouth on my needy pussy. I’m thankful it’s early and the auto shop is on the edge of Main Street as a loud moan works its way from my throat.

His tongue feels like a branding iron on my skin. If this is what it feels like to burn, then light me up. He laps at my pussy, the rumble of his groan vibrating through my body. His hips are moving as if he’s pumping into the bed beneath us. He slides his tongue into my entrance and then back up to my clit and then slowly slides a finger into me. Pumping his hand, he adds a second, and I feel deliciously full.

A guttural moan escapes my throat as he curls his fingers inside of me, hitting that perfect spot. My hips lift into his face, and he pumps his fingers harder, faster, while swirling his tongue to the same tempo. Faster. Harder.

“Mac. Please. Don’t stop.”

Reaching down, I slide my fingers through his hair, holding his head right where I need him, pressing him into me shamelessly. My body flushes with warmth, legs shaking around his head and my hips move to their own accord.Holy fuck!

Mac moans as my body sucks his fingers deeper into me, milking them, and I feel a wetness gush out of me. Did I just fucking pee? I lean up quickly and look down at Mac as he laps up the juices that just came out of me and he slows the pace of his fingers.

“Good fucking girl,” his voice is husky and raw, and his face glistens in the soft morning light.

“What was that?” I ask, concerned I just peed all over the bed. Mac shakes his head, laughing.

“That,” Mac says as he crawls up my body, resting on his side next to me and kissing my forehead, “was you squirting. And it was the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”

My already heated skin flushes.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

I lean back, my arms over my head trying to catch my breath as Mac swirls his fingers across my skin softly.

“Good start to your birthday?” he asks.

I look over at him, a smile spreading across my face. “Absolutely. But you know what would make it better?”

Mac raises an eyebrow in question as I crawl over him, straddling his waist and notching his cock at my still-soaked entrance. “Oh,” he huffs as I slide down his cock, filling me to the hilt.

“Yeah, oh,” I breathe, leaning down and kissing him, tasting myself on him.

The sun has fully risen when Mac and I finally get out of bed to start the day. He hops into the shower after telling me he’s not planning to work at all today and my cheeks hurt from smiling so much. I feel like I’m on cloud nine, but the excitement from last night and this morning diminishes slightly when I think about what I have to do later today. Mac mentioned that my parents already have an idea that I’ll be proposing my plan later today, and while I wasn’t sure I wanted to do it on my birthday, I’m too anxious to put it off any longer.

I stretch my arms above my head, trying to clear the nervous thoughts. It’s my birthday and it’s going to be a great day, damn it! Tilting my head from side to side to relive some of the tension in my neck, I then reach for my phone on the little nightstand I added to my side of the bed. My side of Mac’s bed. Man, is that weird to say. Notifications fill my screen from text messages, Facebook posts, and comments on my Instagram. I only took a few pictures last night—not wanting to be out of the moment too much—and posted them to my account. Many of my followers already commented on the post with birthday wishes.

I open my texts, scroll through them, and note, of course, my mom texted me at exactly midnight. But Mac was right after her. We were up late. How in the world did he wake up at midnight to text me? Shaking my head with a soft smile I set my phone down and decide to join him in the shower.

Mac and I spend most of the day lounging around in the loft. He put onGilmore Girlsfor me and then ran across the street to Spoon, picking up my favorite drink and an assortment of pastries, claiming he wasn’t sure what I would be in the mood for. We’ve been snuggling on the bed for the last hour, just enjoying each other’s company. Mac heads downstairsto grab some more drinks and I make a note to get him another mini fridge for his birthday coming up. Heading down in the middle of the night or early morning for a drink during the winter is not going to be fun.

I check my phone for the additional texts and comments I’ve gotten for my birthday. I open the thread with Shannon who sent me a GIF of Taylor Swift saying “twenty-two” from her music video. She also sent me a motivational graphic that says “YOYOK” which stands for “you’re on your own kid,” another Taylor Swift reference. I love that she knows me so well and always has my back.

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