"Hey, baby, we're here." I brush the back of my hand down Jules' soft cheek, waking her from her nap. She fell asleep thirty minutes into the car ride here and I just let her sleep. She looks like an angel when she sleeps, and we've worked many sixty to eighty hour weeks lately, exhausting both of us.
"We're here?" she asks sleepily and sits up to stretch, pushing her breasts out against that sexy dress and my cock immediately stirs to life.
I didn't realize until I pulled in the driveway how nervous I am about tonight. Telling her that I have a surprise for her was the understatement of the year. This could be one of the most important nights of our lives, and I just pray to God I don't fuck it up.
Jules grabs her handbag and I pull the large suitcase containing both of our clothes for the weekend out of the backseat and join her on the porch, unlock the door, and follow her inside.
The rental company I use to care for the house in our absence has been here like I requested, and I take a quick look around. There is a fire burning in the fireplace, the logs not burned too far down, telling me they were here recently.
Perfect.
The dining room table is set for dinner, and there are chafing dishes on the counter with our dinner being kept warm.
Jules drops her bag on the couch and turns to look at me, her pretty eyes wide and her mouth dropped.
"What is this?" she asks.
"I knew we wouldn't want to cook." I shrug, pretending that it's no big deal.
"More of your minions?" she asks, making me laugh.
"Yes, my minions."
I leave the suitcase at the foot of the stairs, planning to carry it up later, and flip on the sound system, satisfied as John Legend starts to croon out of the speakers.
Jules has walked over to the fireplace, looking at the flames, her arms folded over her chest. The light is bouncing off her beautiful blonde hair and pale skin, and I can't resist her. I wrap my arms around her from behind and bury my nose in her neck, breathing her in.
"You are so sexy, Julianne."
"Hmm," she murmurs. "You're not so bad yourself, ace."
I smile at her silly nickname for me, then kiss her soft neck. "Come on, let's eat."
"Okay."
We pile our plates full of delicious-smelling pasta and white sauce, salad and bread and I open a bottle of her favorite champagne.
"Wow, you went all out."
"Wait till you see what's for dessert," I respond.
"Chocolate cheesecake?" she asks with a grin.
"You guessed it," I respond. You so did not guess it, baby.
Goddamn it I'm nervous. I'm thankful that my hands are steady as I pour the pink champagne into flutes and we sit at the table to eat.
"To you," I hold my glass in the air and she follows suit. "The most beautiful woman in the world."
"I'll drink to that," she winks and sips her champagne and I can't help but chuckle at her.
When our food is consumed, Jules jumps up and kisses me square on the mouth, and before I can grab onto her and pull her on my lap, she pulls back, flashes me that sexy grin, and says, "Wait here. I'll be right back."
She leaves out the front door with her keys in hand, and then returns less than thirty seconds later with a large black box in her arms.
"What the hell is that?" I ask.
"Your birthday present," she responds with a grin.
"Baby, you didn't have to give me anything."
Just please don't say no. That's the only gift I need.