Birthday List Excerpt
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Using the key she'd given him a month ago, Eric walked into Callie's house, much later than he’d hoped. He’d planned to take a half day and spend the rest of his birthday with Callie. But as usual, he’d been roped into staying longer than he’d wanted.
An eerie quiet settled over him and his nerves jangled as he walked into the house. Though Callie wasn't a loud person, it was rarely silent when she was home. Callie was always doing something – cleaning the house, watching ESPN, or preparing lessons for her elementary gym classes. Tonight Eric could have heard a pin drop in the still air, though he doubted Callie even owned one.
"Babe," he called out, slipping his coat off and hanging it on the rack just inside the door.
"Yeah," her voice echoed back to him bright and sweet. Eric heaved a sigh of relief. Nothing was wrong. No crazed murderer had broken into the house and tied her up. He, of all people, knew how easily that could be done. Though he’d installed a new, sturdier deadbolt since then.
"Where are you?" He hollered back, walking through the house. He crept past the silent dark living room.
"I'm in the dining room. Come get me!" There was a giggle to her voice that made his stomach clench and his cock harden against his stiff denim jeans. He knew that giggle. He knew that bright tone. Over the last three months he'd come to love it. He could hardly remember his life before her naughty giggles had filled his nights. He didn't even want to remember the time before her. This was so much better.
"What are you doing in the dining room?"
Unlike some of her friends, Callie wasn't the domestic type. She rarely used any item in her kitchen beyond a microwave to heat up frozen pizzas and her fridge to keep soda cold. If the preparation didn’t include plastic,
cardboard, or paper plates, she didn’t cook it. Not that it mattered to him. He’d much prefer she spent her time in bed with him, than in the kitchen cooking. He couldn't remember the last time he’d been in the dining room.
"Come and find me. You'll see." Her voice was husky, whispering through his whole body.
Damn! Just her voice was enough to turn him on so much it hurt. His balls ached as he walked, each step vibrating through him and settling with a dull pain 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.
An eerie quiet settled over him and his nerves jangled as he walked into the house. Though Callie wasn't a loud person, it was rarely silent when she was home. Callie was always doing something – cleaning the house, watching ESPN, or preparing lessons for her elementary gym classes. Tonight Eric could have heard a pin drop in the still air, though he doubted Callie even owned one.
"Babe," he called out, slipping his coat off and hanging it on the rack just inside the door.
"Yeah," her voice echoed back to him bright and sweet. Eric heaved a sigh of relief. Nothing was wrong. No crazed murderer had broken into the house and tied her up. He, of all people, knew how easily that could be done. Though he’d installed a new, sturdier deadbolt since then.
"Where are you?" He hollered back, walking through the house. He crept past the silent dark living room.
"I'm in the dining room. Come get me!" There was a giggle to her voice that made his stomach clench and his cock harden against his stiff denim jeans. He knew that giggle. He knew that bright tone. Over the last three months he'd come to love it. He could hardly remember his life before her naughty giggles had filled his nights. He didn't even want to remember the time before her. This was so much better.
"What are you doing in the dining room?"
Unlike some of her friends, Callie wasn't the domestic type. She rarely used any item in her kitchen beyond a microwave to heat up frozen pizzas and her fridge to keep soda cold. If the preparation didn’t include plastic,
cardboard, or paper plates, she didn’t cook it. Not that it mattered to him. He’d much prefer she spent her time in bed with him, than in the kitchen cooking. He couldn't remember the last time he’d been in the dining room.
"Come and find me. You'll see." Her voice was husky, whispering through his whole body.
Damn! Just her voice was enough to turn him on so much it hurt. His balls ached as he walked, each step vibrating through him and settling with a dull pain 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.