Ohhhh, I love surprises
Me:
You’re gonna love this one
Mia:
If it involves your in my then I’m sure I will
Me:
Since when does my dick remind you of an eggplant? And what’s with the hamster?
Mia:
It’s a kitten
Me:
No explanation for the eggplant?
Mia:
See you at 5:10
“I’m gonna head out,”Dad says, stopping at my side. “Don’t forget, it’s Mia’s birthday. Monica left work early so she could surprise her with dinner.”
Warmth blooms in my chest. “I’ll be there. Don’t worry.”
“Okay.” He assesses the black Ford Mustang GT Fastback I’ve been working on for the last couple of weeks. “Think she’s gonna like it?”
I smile. “Here’s hoping. Matt told me it was her dream car, so…”
Matt didn’t tell me shit, I remembered her talking about it years ago, but my dad doesn’t need to know how close his stepdaughter and I have gotten.
“See you at home then.” He pats my shoulder and strolls toward the exit.
With a sigh, I go back to work. The car is ready, but I want it to be perfect, so I continue adding a few final touches before she gets here. After I wash my hands and shuck off my coveralls, I check the time. I finished with two minutes to spare.
I let out a breath of relief, so fucking glad I’m the only one who’s still here. The last three weeks have been a whirlwind, making it nearly impossible for Mia and me to find time to see each other. Maybe if we weren’t keeping it a secret—from everyone but Miles, Chiara and Jeff now—it’d be easier, but we’re not there yet.
At the sound of footsteps on the sidewalk, I lean against the hood of the car and wait. Mia steps inside and scans the space. When her eyes catch mine, her face lights up, and she darts across the bay. I wait where I am, drinking her in.
She’s as gorgeous as ever, wearing black leather shorts with an oversized dark green sweater and black ankle boots. My cock throbs as her bare legs come into view. Her hair is in a high ponytail with two braids on top of her head. Her makeup is minimal, just her signature black eyeliner and some red on her lips.
“Hey.” She stops in front of me.
I curl my arm around her waist, pulling her against my chest. “Hey,” I murmur, my mouth a breath from hers. “Happy Birthday, Mia.”
She pops up onto her tiptoes and gives me a slow, sweet kiss. The scent of her perfume mixes perfectly with the taste of chocolate on her tongue.
I tug on her ponytail, making her arch her back, and drag my lips down her throat, sucking hard at the base, leaving yet another hickey.
“Dominic,” she moans.
“God, I missed you,” I murmur into the delicate column of her throat.
“I missed you too.” She drags her nails over my scalp.
