He smiles a little, but his eyes are still serious. “You know, even if you didn’t buy me a car, this has been the best birthday ever.”
“Men are all alike.” I smirk. “As long as they get laid, they consider it the best day ever.”
He smirks. “Baby, I could have gotten laid all kinds. It’syouthat I wanted. It’s you. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”
My arms go tighter around his neck. “And now that you have me, what will you do with me.”
“I think I’ve done it.” He winks.
I chuckle on exhale. “You know, you’re the only man I know that would leave a party with two hundred guests for sex. Good luck pulling that lie off when we go back.”
“Well, it’s settled, then. We’re not going back.”
“You have to, Jagger. It’syourparty.”
“It’s notmyparty. It’sStevie’sparty. I just happen to be one of the guests.”
“Don’t you think your family is going to look down on you when they find out what we were up to?”
“Who’s going to tell them?” He shrugs.
I give him a knowing look. “Twenty bucks says that your brothers and Axl have a bet going.”
“Nobody’s going to find out. For all they know we went for a cruise.”
“Do you really think anybody is that stupid?”
“I just don’t think any of them will care. It’s my birthday. I can do whatever the fuck I want. And I wanted to be with you. Simple as that.” He changes the subject. “Shit, I better pull out.”
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill.”
“No, I knew that. I saw them in your purse when you were smashed in London. I just meant that that can’t be very comfortable.”
I lift a brow. “Comfortable?”
He snorts a laugh. “Hardy har har.” He grunts, lifting me off him gently, removing himself from me. He lays down next to me, interlacing his fingers behind his head on the pillow. The downy hairs under his arms stick out as he rests. “So, what would you rather do. Go for another cruise, or head back to that lame party my sister threw?”
I rest my head on his chest and look at him knowingly. “Is there a third option?”
He smirks. “I could do this twenty-four-seven with you, Bowie, but I know that it’s bothering you to get back there.”
“Well, there are staff there, Jagger. I’m worried that they’ll think I’ll pull a Yoko Ono or something.”
“That only works if you’re not pro us, but you are. You’re all in Lawson Manufacturing as much as I am. But I get it that you’re worried.” He grunts again, rising off the bed. I could stare at him all day. He’s got an ass that might as well be carved out of a precious stone. Even flaccid, his cock is just beautiful. He grabs his shirt and throws it over his shoulders, making me sad. “Come on, gorgeous. You sit like that, all naked and ready, and we’renotgoing back.” He says, walking out of the bedroom. I follow him, naked.
He watches me as I pull my panties on, then my dress.
“You are so fucking sexy. When you didn’t have a bra on under that dress, I thought I would lose it.”
I wink.
“That was all part of the plan, wasn’t it.” He comments, pulling his pants on. Him standing there with just those on makes me bite my lip. “Behave.” He warns playfully. “We can come back here and fuck all night after we make another appearance.”
“Okay, but only if we can fuck all night.” I tease, mirroring him.
He throws his shirt and jacket on and then drapes a loose tendril of my hair over my ears. “You’re beautiful even just fucked. I swear to God you’re the only woman that can pull that off.”
I slide my fingers through his disheveled hair. “I like it better messy, but it’ll be too obvious.”
