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“What do I smell like?” I cry out as he licksthe crease between my thigh and hip.
“Like my favorite meal.”
Jesus.“Thenbonappétit.”
He chuckles and bites into my thigh.
“Soon.”
With that promise, I work my clit faster. Hespreads my thighs wide and watches me.
“My pussy, Raven…all mine.”
His words send me over the edge and I arch myback, leaping off and into a sea of torrid pleasure.
“Gage!”
My muscles convulse and my body is rackedwith seemingly endless shudders. I lie there, twitching and unableto move. That was so intense, it’s like it drained all my energy.He lies next to me, softly kissing my cheek as I try to catch mybreath and regain feeling in my limbs. If this is what happens fromhim being in the same room while I touch myself, I can only imaginewhat’s going to happen when he finally touches me. I have neverlooked forward to a birthday more in my entire life.
CHAPTER 14
***Gage***
“What is all this?”
I shuffle through the papers littering mydesk as Ellen walks in, carrying a couple of garment bags.
“Invoices for Raven’s party.”
“It’s just one night. I have less paperworkordering a month’s supplies for both clubs.”
“Oh, shut up. It’s a special night, and youcan afford it.”
Right. Guess I can’t argue with thatlogic.“I’ll start writing the checks.”
“I need you to sign off on her dress. Ibrought two I think she’d like.”
She unzips the garment bags and removes thedresses, holding them up for me to see. They’re both blue, onelong, and one short.
“This one is more traditional prom.” Shejiggles the long one. “This one, more of a party dress. It’sstrapless; you can see the cutouts on the bodice. With thehigh-low, frilled skirt, I feel like it’s something she’d choosefor herself. She likes to show skin.”
Yes, she does.I study them both andtry to imagine her wearing them. As much as I’d love to see hercovered up, I know she’d like the short one. And she’ll look damnsexy in it, too.
“The short one.”
“Excellent! And here’s your suit.”
She unzips the other bag, revealing a blacksuit with two different ties. She removes one, leaving a color thatexactly matches the chosen dress.
“I’m not wearing that.”
She scowls at me, tapping her foot infrustration.
“Youcannotwear jeans and yourcut.”
“Wasn’t planning on it, but I’m not wearing amonkey suit, either.”
“Ugh! What kind of Prince Charming will yoube without the suit or the dancing?”
