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“It’s totally okay. I was just checking with my- her nurse to see how she is.”

“Oh.” I quietly nod, looking down at my drink before grabbing it and holding it in the air to toast. She tilts her head curiously, and I nod for him to grab hers as well.

“To nurses.” Why the fuck did I say that?Real smooth, Romeo, real smooth.Much to my surprise, she thinks it's funny and grabs her glass to cheers with me.

“To nurses.” She repeats in a stern voice that makes her sound like a little kid playing pretend and clinks her glass to mine.

For the rest of dinner, we enjoy whatever the chef brings out, mostly joking with each other about things and making sexual innuendos that continue to turn me on even more than I already am in her presence. By the end of the night, I’m sure she wants to go home with me, but I can’t take her to my home. Definitely not the move with the whole Brady bunch there. So, I offer to drive her home.

“No, that’s okay.” She shakes her head with a grin, and I wonder if she’s not had as good of a time as I have.

“Are you certain?” I wave for my car, and when I turn back around, she’s checking her phone. She looks up when she feels my eyes.

“Um,” she appears to be conflicted, but I’m not sure about what. Her eyes trail past me, and I turn to see what she’s looking at. The tip of a Ferris wheel down by the city beach lights up the sky, slowly sweeping through the stars. Girls like shit like that.

“Would you like to go?” I turn back to her, and her eyes go wide.

“To the Ferris wheel?”

I nod in response, waiting for her to decide.

“Yeah,” She slowly says before confidently nodding, “Yes.”

I hold out my arm for her to take, and she does as I lead her to the car. One of the boys opens the door for me, but I take it from him and open it the rest of the way for Lydia, helping her in and shutting the door behind her, then cross to the other side. When everyone is in the car, I ask Knox to drive us to the fair. He gives me a nod and pulls out onto the road.

It’s a short drive, enjoyable with Lydia by my side. She’s grown quiet, though, and I hope she isn’t pissed at me. Don’t know why she would be, but who knows?

As we pull up to a parking spot, I leap out of the car and jog to Lydia’s side. I open the door, help her down, and walk with her to the entryway of the fair. She’s still quiet, observing the lights in the sky from rides and games. I pay for our tickets and take her hand, leading her through the crowd until we’re in the long line for the Ferris wheel.

Shit. At this rate, I won’t be able to fuck her until tomorrow.

I decide that losing another 5k won’t kill me, and I cut through the line of snide remarks until we’re at the front. The woman managing the line gives me a look that suggests I explain myself before she kicks me out of the fair. I reach into my pocket, pull out all the cash in my wallet and hand it to her. Her eyes bug out of her small head as she flips through it. There’s not much thought on her face as she quickly opens the gate for us and leads us to the ride.

It stops turning after a moment, and an empty cart is at our level. She crosses to it, opening it up for us to get in, and we do. After she closes us inside and we begin to move, I scoot closer to Lydia. Her eyes are still difficult to read, but I attempt to decipher what they are saying.

“Are you scared of heights?” I reach up to touch her perfect chin, but she catches my hand and places it on her thigh.

“I’m not scared of anything,” she whispers. Her eyes are distant for a moment more, and then she turns her head to me. I know this look well, and I obey her silent command, drawing her lips to mine before she can even have a chance to catch her breath. Her lips open for me instantly, letting me slide my tongue inside, tasting her. When we kissed on the runway, I could feel her holding back, vibrating as she bit back her moans of pleasure. But now, the soft sound that she makes against my mouth gets me hard so instantly that I wonder what I’d have to pay the operator to ignore my fucking her right here.

She tastes so good, her cherry lips soft and pillowy and perfect. I don’t waste time, sliding my hand up her thigh higher and higher. Lydia seems to have the same idea because as she turns into my arms, her hand is on my inner thigh too, so close to my hardening cock that it strains against my fly.

Some other man might take this opportunity to tease her, but I want her too badly. Andfuck, she’s so willing I can’t not take advantage of it. Her hand is on my cock at the same moment that I find the already-parting slit of her pussy lips, swollen so that her hard clit is already peeking out. She’s so fucking wet that my fingers slip and slide against her flesh and between her folds, going straight for her clit. Lydia wraps her fingers around the bulge of my cock in my pants at the same moment, biting my lower lip.

Fuck. She wants me. For all her attempts to pretend otherwise at first, she’s just as horny for me as I am for her. She’s not even wearing any fucking panties, and she’s silky smooth and bare, wet as a river for me from just a kiss. I’m seized with the sudden desire to make her come here, at the peak of this Ferris wheel, and as she runs the fingers of her other hand through my hair and massages my cock, I groan against her lips.

I want to fuck her until she screams, but I’ll settle for one orgasm to start. Unless she likes it too much, and then I might end up fucking her right here anyway, and damn the consequences. Who’s going to say shit to me? I’m a San Giovanni, and I get what I want.

Right now, what I want is to fuck this girl with every ounce of the primal instinct she arouses in me, and I think she wants the same thing.

I pinch her clit, rolling it between my fingers, and Lydia moans. I push two fingers into her, pressing my thumb against it, and she starts to grind onto my hand.

There’s a good chance that I will most definitely not make it home with her— mine or hers— because we are fucking here.

7

KIRA

Blisters on my feet, I power-march all the way to Nobu. It feels longer than ten minutes, but I don’t know if that's because I continue to check the time or if I’m just chronically damaging the nerves in my heels. As I round the corner, I focus on the Nobu sign just a few feet from me. He can’t know I walked, and I hope he won’t be able to smell the outdoors on me. Not only will it be a dead giveaway, but it’s a horrible smell, don’t you think?


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