Free Birthday List by Willa Edwards Page B

in his crotch. He sped up anyway, needing
to be close to her.
    Calm down! He took a deep breath, attempting to soothe his
raging hormones. She’d probably just splurged and gotten him a
birthday cake or maybe a nice take-out dinner. If he didn't calm
his raging libido it would be the most painful dinner he ever sat
through.
    "Babe, you didn't have to go to all
this trouble for my birthday—" The words died on his lips as he
turned the corner. His breath caught in his lungs. Callie lay
across the table, completely naked, adorned with the array of foods
she’d spread out across her body.
    Her hands were bound together with red
licorice. Though he doubted the candy could keep her contained –
with one good bite she’d be free – but the sight still drew an
audible moan from him and his gut clenched. His little red hellion
loved to be tied up, bound and whimpering beneath him. That he was
the only one to ever rope her made him crazy. Clenched between her
tied hands, she held a bottle of dark beer.
    Onion rings encircled her breasts and
her nipples were a slightly darker shade than usual. The waft of
barbeque sauce floated through the room, though he couldn’t tell
exactly where the scent was coming from. Pretzels marched down her
body in a neat line, starting between her breasts, across her
stomach, all the way to the junction of her legs. He groaned as his
eyes travelled down her nakedness. Resting between her legs – right
across her pussy – sat a decorated birthday cake, complete with
candles. Though they were unlit.
    "Happy Birthday, honey," she whispered
in a deep breathy voice that would give Marilyn Monroe a run for
her money.
    Eric stared at her. His mouth hung
open, drool no doubt running down his chin. Not that he cared.
There was no one there to see him act like a high school dork about
to get lucky for the first time. Only Callie. His cock hardened
further, standing at full salute in his pants. The rough denim
burned along his length.
    "Don't you like you're birthday
present?" Callie's bottom lip puffed out in a little pout, but her
eyes still gleamed with wicked intent. Her gaze crept down to his
crotch, where he no doubt sported a sizable pop-tent.
    He nodded dumbly, speech completely
beyond him. His eyes continued to scan up and down her length,
taking in each delectable treat she’d decorated herself with, and
the equally desirable form beneath it all. Legs that went on for
miles, shapely and smooth. Firm breasts, just the right size to fit
his hands. Topped with her lovely face. She was the most beautiful
woman he’d ever seen.
    "It was on your list…" She bit her
lower lip, her eyes gazing up at him with concern, a taste of
hesitance to her words. The tone shot straight through the haze of
his arousal. He hadn’t meant to make her self-conscious. It was so
easy for him to forget the timid woman Callie had been only months
ago, still hurting from the betrayal of her ex-fiancé.
    Just the thought of her ex had him
steaming. It was bad enough Josh had been a liar and had used
Callie for his own reasons, for his fucking image, but he’d also
managed to strip her of all her confidence. Eric had done
everything he could to make her feel comfortable in her own skin
again, but clearly the doubts still remained. He hated it. His
Callie, sprawled invitingly across the dining room table, was the
best surprise he'd ever received. He didn't want her to ever
question that.
    He walked the remaining steps to the
table, grabbing the beer from her hands and deposited the slippery
bottle on the surface beside her. He leaned over, dropping his lips
to hers. He enveloped her mouth, sucking in her lower lip and
nipping at the fleshy lobe. She moaned beneath him, arching her
back, eating at his mouth with equal ferocity.
    He looked at her, his breath ragged
and his heart pounding – how could she not see how gorgeous she
was? How much he loved her? It must be written all over his face.
He tried to fill his gaze with as