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OLIVIA
Olivia clung to her painted horse on the magnificent merry-go-round, watching Stark on his enormous dragon.
After feasting on delicious roasted nuts and hot cocoa, they had walked around the snowy fair and Stark must have noticed her eyes light up when she saw the merry-go-round. He had immediately brought her here and let her choose her favorite horse, a rearing stallion with a rainbow mane.
She strongly suspected Stark didn’t actually want to ride at first.
But now that it was underway, she could see him relaxing, that ever-tight jaw softening slightly as he gazed out at the scenery from the back of a furious looking black and purple dragon.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked.
He turned to her with a half-smile.
“This is nice,” he said simply.
“It is,” she agreed, suddenly feeling off balance. Everytime his eyes were on her today, she got all shivery.
His eyes went smoky and she felt his lust like a rope tightening inside her. As if on cue, the music stopped and the merry-go-round came to a gentle halt. Stark slid off his dragon and moved toward her.
An insane part of her mind wondered if he was going to take her right here on the merry-go-round, in front of all the staff. In all her life she never would have wanted such a thing, but this felt like a dream…
Stark’s arm went around her and he bent, nuzzling through her hair so that his lips touched the shell of her ear.
“If you keep looking at me like that,” he murmured. “I’m going to ravish you in front of everyone.”
She sucked in a breath. It was like he was reading her mind.
“Is that what you want?” he asked. “That’s what we’re here for, and they all know it.”
Somehow, she made herself shake her head. He chuckled lightly, as if he’d been bluffing all along. But she wondered if that was really true, and what would have happened if she’d agreed.
“Let’s see what else they have to do around here,” he said, his deep voice gentle.
He left his arm around her, lifting her down from her horse like she weighed nothing.
“Knock down the bottles,” a woman called out from nearby. “Win a prize.”
“I will win you a prize,” Stark said proudly, leading her toward the booth where the woman stood making the announcement.
The booth had a counter with a little trench in it for the throwing balls. A pyramid of glass bottles had been stacked against the back wall, surrounded by stuffed animals.
“Which animal do you want?” he asked.
“These things are always rigged,” Olivia told him quietly, unsure if fairs like this were common anywhere but the Terran planets. “Most of the time you can’t really win.”
“Doesn’t matter,” he said, shrugging. “I’m a good shot and I’m strong.”
“Give it your best shot, sir,” the lady told him, handing him three balls. “Stand behind the line.”
Sure enough, there was a hologram line floating just above the snowy ground.
Stark moved behind it and threw the first ball.
Olivia watched his muscles flex and extend beneath his coat.
The ball flew past the pyramid, without hitting a thing. It was the angle, Olivia knew that the way the set-up worked, it was extremely difficult to hit the bottles at all.
