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I put my hand over his at my throat.

"Take me home, Beck."

His eyes go darker as I tighten my fingers over his hand.

"Show me how you treat a proper lady at the end of the best date ever."

Chapter 13

Beck

"Your place or mine?"

I grab Darcy's hand, racing down the pier at Godspeed, barely able to concentrate on anything other than the way Darcy’s fingers grip mine like she’s as desperate to find the nearest bed as I am.

She actually pauses to think. “I don’t know. Your mansion has... more space?”

“Are you planning to perform aerial acrobatics, or—”

“Well, isn’t your room messy? You seem like the kind of guy who has... stuff everywhere.”

“It’s called organized chaos, thank you very much. Everything’s exactly where I left it… On the floor. What about your place? One-bedroom, neat freak vibes, no chance of Declan Morrison walking in at an extremely inconvenient time.”

Darcy narrows her eyes. “You make a good point.”

“Of course I do. You think I get by on just my face? Wait, no. Don’t answer that.” I stop mid-stride as we reach the boardwalk. “How far away is your apartment?”

“Five minute drive.”

I groan in relief, dragging her toward the Bronco. “Alright, that's closer than the mansion. Let’s go before I decide that the pier itself has enough romantic potential to do this right here, right now.”

Darcy laughs, slightly breathless as she climbs into the passenger seat.

Or tries to.

It’s an ungraceful scene involving those dangerous heels and a tight skirt, and I step in immediately, hoisting her up by the waist and depositing her on the seat like a very sexy package. She shoots me a glare, but before she can say a word, I reach over and buckle her seatbelt myself, clicking it into place with a dramatic flourish.

“You’re welcome,” I say, shutting her door and then rolling across the hood of the Bronco because I’m a man on a fucking mission.

“Beck—what the hell was that?” She’s laughing from inside.

“Efficiency,” I tell her as I slide behind the wheel. I lean across the console and hook my hand around the back of her neck, kissing her until she gasps against my mouth.

As I start the engine, I look at her and smile. “By the way, can you drive stick?”

Darcy frowns at the gear stick between us. “Uh, yeah. Wait, why does that—”

But before she finishes her sentence, I take her hand and press it firmly over my literal, throbbing gearstick. Her jaw drops as I grin way too smugly for a man seconds away from near public indecency.

I rotate my hips in the drivers seat, letting the warmth of her palm settle over my cock. She responds by squeezing firmly, smiling sheepishly across the cabin at me.

“Told you I can’t wait. Now let's go.”

Her hand tightens around me, and by the time I rip out of the parking lot, she’s already helping.

The five-minute drive takes approximately three years, but lucky for me, Darcy's enthusiasm for my stick shift only gets stronger with every block.

"Oh… Fuck, Darce." I feel my head relax back as she keeps rubbing my dick through my jeans.