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“Dad?” Marley called over to Gray. He turned, his bottle of beer halfway to his mouth.
“Yeah?”
“Can you take a look at this?” he asked. “Dad will know if this person really works for Story Records.”
“What is it?” Their dad walked over. Alex quickly got him up to date and Presley’s dad took the phone, reading the email.
“I don’t know all the A&R guys at Story Records,” Gray told them. “But it looks genuine. I can look into it for you if you’d like.” Presley’s father still produced for some bands and singers, occasionally.
“That’d be awesome.” Alex grinned. “Thank you.” He turned to look at Marley, a satisfied look on his face. “See?”
“He didn’t exactly say it was genuine,” Marley pointed out.
“He said it could be, though.” Alex shrugged. “Can you believe this? We’re hitting the big time. Seriously.” His face lit up like Times Square. “Can you imagine if this works out?”
“Let’s worry about that another day,” Presley said. “If it’s genuine, it can wait.” He didn’t sound very enthusiastic. “Now let’s get on with enjoying the party, shall we?”
“Wait,” Cassie said, a smile on her face as she broke their kiss in his entry way later that night. “I promised you a birthday gift. How do you want me?”
“Just like this.” Pres pulled her against him, leaving her in no doubt how much he needed her right away. He’d been watching her all night. Well okay, during the day too. Seeing her laugh with his family, spend time with his kid, talk to his parents like she was born to…
It made him want her like he’d never wanted anything else.
The only reason he hadn’t pulled her into the bushes on the way home was because the whole town would find out and they’d never hear the last of it.
But whatever wafer thin restraint he’d had for during the journey home finally snapped.
“You look so beautiful tonight.” He kissed her neck, his fingers tugging at her t-shirt, pulling it over her head until just her pretty lace bra and a thick necklace remained. “This needs to go,” he murmured, kissing the swell of her breast through the lace of her bra as he reached his hand around and deftly unfastened it, pulling the straps down her arms and throwing her bra to the side.
Christ, this woman was perfect. He wanted to taste every inch of her. To touch her until she was vibrating with pleasure beneath his touch.
“But it’s your birthday,” she gasped as he pinched her nipple, her head tipping back until it hit the wall behind her. They’d hardly made it inside with the door closed before he’d pounced on her.
He couldn’t stop himself. He needed her. Needed this.
“Damn right it is.” He dropped to his knees, unfastening those cute little shorts that had been teasing him all day. He pulled them down then leaned forward, kissing the soft skin on her thighs. “Do you know how much I’ve been thinking about this?”
She gasped again as he nipped at her skin. “As much as I have?”
“More.” He tugged at her panties, helping her step out of them. She’d already slid her shoes off, thank god. And then she was naked, which right now felt like the best fucking present he’d ever had, thank you very much.
Naked apart from that necklace. And it could stay. He liked it.
He slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, the movement making her breath catch in her throat. Her skin was so soft. So warm. Her legs parted as soon as he nudged them, revealing the innermost part of her.
She looked like heaven.
He leaned forward, inhaling her, and her fingers threaded through his hair. “Presley, it’s supposed to be your birthday, not mine,” she whispered.
“Shut up. I’m hungry.” He buried his face between her thighs, surrounded by the sweet slickness of her pleasure. He kissed her pretty clit, then licked it, his fingers sliding inside of her in the way he knew she loved. And then he started to fuck her with them, determined to win her pleasure.
It was his birthday and he could do what he liked.
“Pres…” She was breathless. Giddy.
“Call me Presley when I’m on my knees for you,” he grunted.
“Presley.” She was breathless. “I need you inside of me.”
