‘“Joyeux anniversaire, Arno,” you murmur, sauntering up to your lover in a lacy, see-through piece of lingerie he’d never seen you wear before. You see his appreciation as his gaze roves your body. “My birthday gift to you is the rest of my evening,” you continue, noticing the arousal in his eyes, and … other places. He backs you against a wall and leans in. “Well,” he murmurs in his sweet voice, undoing the ribbons holding your lingerie together, “I do love to unwrap my presents.”’

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