Page 108 of Depraved

Walking to the table, I start to open the lids. “And then it hit me. I know it isn’t your birthday, but…”

“Oh shit, Billy…”

Dante is grinning ear to ear as he takes a step forward, peeks inside one of the boxes, and sees white frosting with “Happy Birthday” written in delicious swoops.

“Are you happy?” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his waist.

He stares down at me with so much love in his eyes that if I’m never any happier than I am in this moment, my life will be perfect.

“Happy isn’t enough to describe what I feel.” His thumb brushes my hair to tuck behind my ear and his eyes falter, “You’ve given me more than I deserve and more than a man like me has a right to ask for. But Billy…” Dante bows his head, closing his eyes and stands silent unable to finish his sentence.

The moment is too much for him because I give him the one thing he’s always needed. Unconditional love. Squeezing him tighter, I press a kiss onto his chest and step back.

“Which do you want to try first?”

Dante looks up at me, happiness on his face. He jabs a finger into the cake, scooping a chunk of frosting and holding it up to his mouth. But pauses, shifting his eyes down my body.

He takes his free hand and bunches the side of my dress pulling it up until my center is exposed and brings his cake-covered finger to my pussy, slathering it across my clit, grinning as he does it.

“I want to start here and work my way over your whole body with every fucking flavor, Billy.”