Happy Anniversary My Love

Kate blindfolded Tania and led her into the room where she'd proposed three years ago. The second the silk slipped from her eyes, Tania recognized it—the same peeling wallpaper, the same dingy lamp. Something in her chest tightened. She grabbed the lingerie box from the nightstand and bolted for the bathroom, not even a word. When she came out, she made Kate lie back and straddled her. One hand at a time, she touched Kate like she owned every square inch—skimming collarbones, palming small hard nipples, dragging her knuckles slow down ribs that jumped. Kate's breath caught; Tania kept moving lower, heat building fast between her own thighs, because tonight she planned to give as hard as she got.