Page 40 of Not in the Plans (London Lightning #1)

OLIVIA - FIVE YEARS LATER

“ M orning, birthday girl.” I press a kiss to Liv’s bare shoulder as she stirs in my arms.

“Morning, Tag,” Liv purrs.

It’s a lazy summer morning. All I want to do is spend the day in bed with her. It’s the only plan I made for today.

“Is there anything you’d like to do today on the big birthday?”

“As long as nothing big happens, I’m fine.”

I smile into her shoulder and press another kiss there before rolling her onto her back, staring into her sleepy face. Pillow lines crinkle her gorgeous face.

“Oh? And what big things might be happening today?”

“Tag.” She lets out that long-suffering sigh she loves giving me. “We’ve talked about this. There will be no proposing today.”

“I know that. It doesn’t mean I can’t spoil you in other ways today.”

Liv and I have spent a lot of time talking about the future. The kind of plans we want to make.

Together .

The Lightning have won the cup these last two seasons. My future here is solid. My future with Liv? Secure.

She still has hard days to work through, but that’s okay. She still sees her therapist, and the hard days are few and far between.

Working on yourself isn’t easy, but I love her through every one of them.

The one thing that we discussed at length? Her five-year plan. She still wants parts of it to happen.

Like getting married and having kids.

With me.

“How do you plan on spoiling me?”

Tugging the duvet down, I expose her bare chest. Her nipples are already hard as I suck one into my mouth.

“Tag,” she groans.

“This is one way I plan on spoiling you.”

Drifting down her stomach, I find her pussy already wet for me. I sink a finger inside of her.

“I only need this.”

“Oh no.” I suck on the pulse at her neck. “This is just the beginning.”

“What else?” She arches off the bed as my hand lazily moves in and out of her.

“Well, after mutual orgasms, I plan on making you breakfast.”

“I hope not bacon butties.” Her face goes serious. “The last time you tried to make them, you almost burned down the flat.”

“It was the pan,” I correct.

Cooking here is something I’m still not great at.

“It’s a good thing the building manager likes me.”

“Who wouldn’t?” I press my thumb down on her clit to bring her back to the moment and away from the post-fire argument that led to epic makeup sex .

“Mm. What else do you plan on taking me to do today?”

“After breakfast with some champagne, I plan on taking you to all my favorite places in the city.”

“Why yours?” she purrs.

“They’re your favorites too.” I take another nipple in my mouth, laving my tongue around the tight bud.

“Like the Tower Bridge.”

“Precisely.” I blow my breath over her nipple. “Even if it will be a completely normal, non-private day.”

“We can’t always do naughty things around the city.”

I push two fingers inside her. “Doesn’t hurt to try.”

Cupping my cheeks, Liv takes my mouth in a heated kiss. Our breaths mingle as I keep working her over. I press my hard dick into her hip as she grinds down onto my hand.

“What else?” she breathes.

“After that, we’ll meet everyone for lunch.”

“You planned a meal with my friends?”

“Of course. And after that, I plan on bringing you back here and fucking you into oblivion.”

“You know, I have a present that you might like too.”

“It’s your birthday. Why are you getting me a gift?”

“I think a sex toy is a gift for both of us.”

“Fuck,” I growl.

I move my hand faster, wanting her to come.

It’s one of the many reasons I love this woman. She says she’s not adventurous, but damn if she doesn’t love trying new things in the bedroom.

“I knew you’d like it.”

“Then why don’t you come for me so we can get this birthday started?”

I nip and suck at her neck. Slide my fingers in and out of her as her hand closes around my cock .

“Yes, baby. Do it. Make me come while you come on my fingers.”

“Tag!” Liv shouts, coming unglued. “Yes!”

We both come together. Heat races through me as I pump into her tight fist. “So fucking good, baby.”

Lying together, we come down from our high, wrapped up around one another. Just the way I like it.

“You know, you could plan something for next year.”

“Already thinking ahead?” I ask, pressing a kiss to her head.

“Yes. Maybe next year we can talk about a proposal.”

I smile at her. “Plan on it.”