Page 25 of Sunrise

I’ve never been in the Butterfly suite before. “Aw, you really know how to make a guy feel special on his birthday.”

Ryker chuckles lightly and unlocks the door. But he places his hand on my shoulder before I can enter. “Yousureyou’re ready for this?”

How much does he know? Damn, did Sophie rat us all out? Did Vault? It wasn’t me.

“Yeah. I am.” Heat blooms down my back. “But if he’s not, then… we’re in the safest place for whatever happens.”

I don’t think Ryker knows the whole truth about what happened between Vault and me all those years ago. And he never fucking will. If Vault wants him to know, he can tell him, because my lips are forever sealed on that issue. As far as I can tell, Ry thinks we broke up because Vault was going off to college and life took us in different directions before bringing us back together once Miss Ashley, Ryker’s mom, died, and we pulled together for his sake.

But that’s not the whole story. The real one is far more fucking tragic.

“Play safe,” he says, a slight smile curling his mouth.

I step into the room and take a little stroll around the place. Man, this suite is fancy. The Monarch Club is upscale all the way, but this room screams bougie bitches get what they want in here.

It’s me. I’m bougie bitches.

Happy motherfucking birthday to me.

Shaking the trembles out of my arms, I circle the room over and over, taking it all in. The fabrics, the scent from the diffuser, the soft bedding and plush carpet. It’s almost nine o’clock.

I better get ready.

Sitting on the leather sofa, I take off my shoes and socks first. Next goes my shirt. Finally, my pants. My boxers stay on for now. Gotta leavesomethingto the imagination, am I right?

Exhaling long and hard, I take my place at the center of the room and get on my knees and rest my hands in my lap, with my head bowed down.

The urge to look into the security camera is fucking brutal.

Don’t do it.

Don’t. Do. It.

Fuuuuck, don’t do it!

The door swings open and Sophie comes in, saving me from myself. I’m never allowed to look up until she gives permission, so I grit my teeth and stay patient. The door clicks shut behind her and the lights dim. When she steps forward, black, needle-sharp heels hit my view. When she tips my chin, allowing me to look at her, my gaze drags up her thigh-high boots, the one-piece leather outfit, and land on her masked face and deep red lips.

Sweet Jeebus, I’m so happy to be me.

My girl leans down and fastens a collar aroundmy neck. I sneak a glance at the camera and gulp.

“Did I say you could look?” A sharp sting hits the side of my thigh from her riding crop.

“No, Mistress.” I look at the camera again.

She drags the end of the crop down my back while prowling around me, and then she shoves me forward onto my hands and knees. Sophie barely weighs a thing when she sits on my spine. I could hold her up all day.

When she nonchalantly runs her hand over my ass, I bite back a groan.

“Do you want to get fucked, birthday boy?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She taps my ass with the riding crop. “Beg.”

“Please fuck me for my birthday, Mistress.”

Cool air hits my back when she rises. Damn, how am I already getting this hot?

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