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Jack Abbot’s birthday had been fantastic, thanks mostly to you.
You’d greeted him with breakfast that morning when he came home after his shift. After he showered, ate and decompressed a bit, the two of you had crawled into bed together where he got to hold you while you slept.
He woke before you and just stayed put, his arms wrapped around you as you curled into his chest. This was his favorite place in the world to be. Just like this. With you.
If that had been all, the day would have been perfect as it was. But you had arranged a dinner with a few of his nearest and dearest. The meal had been delicious and the company better. He’d been smiling for hours, all thanks to you.
When you entered the house, you spun away from the hand that had settled on your back with a smile on your lips. “Have you had a good birthday, Jack?”
His smile widened. “The best, baby. Thank you.”
You hummed as you tilted your head. “You still need to open your present though.”
He blinked at you then looked from the new watch on his wrist to you and back again. You’d given it to him before you left for dinner. “What’s this then?”
“That was your pre-dinner present. Now it’s time for your post-dinner present.”
Your smile shifted into something sly and sultry and Jack’s cock immediately stirred with interest.
“Is that so?” His voice was low, rough.
You bit your lip as you nodded. “Come along, Dr. Abbot.”
His hand slid into the one you held out to him and you tugged him toward the bedroom. You pushed him into the chair in corner. “Sit down and get comfortable, then you can have your present.”
His eyes stayed locked on you as he took off his leg. You took it from him, placing it in its usual location before returning with crutches and setting them within easy reach. It was automatic for you to take care of him, to tend to him. He doubted you even really registered you’d done it.
He leaned back in the chair, getting comfortable as you stepped back from him, just out of reach. Your fingers found the zipper at the side of your dress and pulled it down slowly as you gave him that smile he adored. His breath hitched as the fabric slid from your shoulders into a puddle at your feet, leaving you in nothing but an exquisite set of lacy black lingerie.
His gaze raked over the length of you. “You are the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, voice breathy.
You positively beamed at him and god, he didn’t think he could love you more than he did in that moment.
“Come here.” He beckoned you forward.
You closed the distance with a swing of your hips. He pulled you into his lap, hand cupping your face as he kissed up the side of your neck, teeth nipping occasionally at the tender flesh.
A moan left you as you turned your head to find his lips with your own. The kiss was deep and slow, hungry but patient. When you separated just enough to breathe, you whispered against his lips. “Happy birthday, baby.”