Lucas Quinn laughed brightly and quickly said, "I wish that on my birthday, Mr. Allison will satisfy all my requests."
Then he swiftly blew out the candles.
Playfully, he said to Charlotte Allison, "Look, the candles are blown out, so it's my birthday, and today my dear sister will fulfill all my wishes."
Before Charlotte Allison could utter a word, he picked her up and set her on the counter, holding her nape to kiss her down.
Under his passionate onslaught, Charlotte Allison's lips parted to say, "Not yet... haven't cut the cake yet."
Lucas Quinn let her go slightly, quickly cut a small piece of the cake and ate it: "It's delicious, sister, try some too."
He kissed her again.
The flavor of the cream melted between their lips and teeth, sweet and sticky, all overtaken by fiery, fierce emotions.
…
Charlotte Allison no longer knew how many places she'd been, or how many times she sank into the deep seas of desire, nor whether it was day or night.
