Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

The guests are gone, the house is quiet, and I’m waiting for my man in my bedroom. This is the worst part of my day, when he’s upstairs waiting for the children to fall asleep before he can come to me.

Eventually, he knocks quietly and walks in. I turn and smile at the sight of him wearing a navy robe over his boxer shorts.

“How’s my girl?” he whispers into my hair.

I close my eyes and wrap my arms around him. “Better now that you’re here.”

He steps back and takes out a gold envelope with a red ribbon around it.

“What’s this?”

“I could lie and tell you it’s a present for you, but it’s really a present for me.”

I frown as I stare down at the envelope.

“Open it.”

I untie the silk ribbon and pull out a cream card.

I giggle when I see that it’s actually an invitation, but this one looks like a proper wedding invitation.

Julian Masters

Requests the company of

Bree Johnston

Occasion: Birthday.

Date: This weekend

Time: 6pm

Place: Rome

Dress code: As you are.

“Rome?” My eyes rise to meet his. “W-what?”

“I thought you might like to go to Rome for the weekend…” He pauses, as if he’s suddenly nervous. “For your birthday.”

My mouth falls open. “Really?”

He raises his brow and throws me a sexy smirk. “Really.” I jump into his arms. “Oh.” I pull back and stare at the invitation. “You want me to come as I am?”

His eyes search mine. “It’s you that I want.”

I bite my bottom lip to stifle my stupid smile. “I’m twenty-six today, Julian.”

“Then I owe you twenty-six orgasms. Get on your back and open those pretty legs.”

He pushes me back and I fall onto the bed with a giggle. He crawls over me, and I can feel his erection against my stomach as his lips trail down my body. He pushes my legs apart aggressively, and his tongue sweeps through my wet flesh, making my back arch off the bed.

"Happy Birthday, baby," he whispers to me. "Let me in."

Chapter Twenty-One

I stand at the airport check-in desk like I’m a groupie waiting to be let into a rock concert.