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But the dense fools can’t read undercurrents to save their lives. They go blundering on, Sick saying something obnoxious about how it’s time for Boss to turn me over his knee.
“Enough!” Levi’s voice cuts right through the laughter and chatter.
Everyone falls silent in an instant. Every eye is on his face.
He goes on, “Let’s move on. The birthday spankings ain’t your business.” Then he adds, “Plus they’re gonna happen in private.”
His tone is so gruff it takes us all a few seconds to realize he’s joking. I blow out a shaky, amused breath while the room erupts in laughter.
Everything is good.
And I can’t help wonder if the birthday spankings really are going happen once Levi and I are alone.
An hour later, I’m in our bedroom, changing into my sexiest lingerie.
I don’t have much to choose from.
I’ve got a cute pair of red lace boy shorts but nothing matching to wear up top. I’ve had my little nightgowns on repeat, so they don’t feel special or significant. I search my not-insignificant wardrobe for something good.
I finally dig out a black camisole I wore back in college. It’s a little too short, so it rides high on my abdomen. But I pull it on, and it really emphasizes the curves of my breasts and seems to match the sauciness of my bottoms.
Deciding this will have to do, I brush out my hair quickly, wanting to be ready when Levi gets upstairs. He was starting his evening washup when I came up, so he won’t be long.
Spontaneously I pull my hair into two loose pigtails, tying them off and checking the cracked mirror above the old sink for the effect.
I look really cute. Maybe even sexy.
It will have to do. There’s only so much a girl can do to spice up her appearance after an apocalypse.
Levi likes how I look with tangled hair and one of his big T-shirts. He likes how I look first thing in the morning or when I’m hot and sweaty or when I’m curled up reading in a corner of the couch and swatting him away because I’m not in a touchy mood.
Surely he’ll like me in this too.
I’m putting on the necklace he gave me when the door opens behind me.
“You gotta bar the door, girl,” he says, sounding grumpy as he comes in and secures the door behind him. “Even if it’s just a few minutes. How many times do I gotta?—”
He breaks off abruptly when he turns around and sees me. His eyes run hungrily from my pigtails to my little outfit and then down to my bare legs and feet. Then back up.
“Shit, girl,” he mutters. “Whatcha tryin’ to do to me? Give me a heart attack? Not healthy for a man’s dick to get hard this fast.”
Giggling in surprise and pleasure, I walk toward him. “So you like it?”
“Likedoesn’t come close, as you’re well aware, you naughty girl.”
“It’s my birthday. I get to be naughty if I want.”
His grin is half dry amusement and half fond affection. “Yeah, you do.”
“Good. So can I tell you what I want?”
“Course you can. I’ll do anythin’ for you. You already know that.”
I’ve never felt so secure, so powerful, sovalued. It washes over me like a flood. It takes me a minute to recover enough to say, “Then here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to sit in your chair, and I’m going to suck you off.”
When Levi starts to object, I talk over him. “We’re doing what I want. You just said so. Plus I don’t want you so on edge from your erection that you can’t focus on what comes after.”
“I can just jerk myself off real quick if that’s your worry. You don’t gotta?—”
