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“You’ll get it,” I say confidently, giving her shoulder a squeeze. “I know it.”

“I wish I shared your conviction.” She leans in closer to me. “But old-growth forest conservation isn’t always a front-runner in fights for funding. Not when the logging industry is so lucrative.”

I hate how morose she sounds, and I’m at a loss on what to say to make it better. I opt for physical support instead, pressing a kiss to the side of her head and holding her tighter. It takes a second, but I eventually feel some of her tension recede.

“Okay, enough work talk,” she says, tilting her face up to me with a smile. “You promised me a sweet treat.”

I dip down to kiss her lips. “Your wish is my command, Pixie girl.”

Olivia chooses mini donuts dusted in cinnamon sugar, and I choose a beaver tail loaded with maple glaze and candied pecans. We magically find an unoccupied bench and sit down with our desserts. I take a massive bite and groan, closing my eyes at the sugary goodness.

“Damn. I need to learn how to make these.” I open my eyes to see Olivia staring at my lips. “What? Do I have something on my mouth?” I go to lift my napkin but she stops me, instead leaning in and pressing a kiss to the bottom of my mouth.

“Damn, Pixie girl.” Now I groan for an entirely different reason. “I’ll give you a taste, if you want.”

“Yes, please,” she whispers with a sexy smile. I tear off a piece and hold it up to her mouth. Her eyes close as she parts her lips. I slide the bite inside, and she closes around it and my fingers, slowly sucking as she opens her eyes again, fixing me with an expression that has my dick growing hard and my brain wondering where I can possibly find enough privacy to fuck her.

I move in slowly, stopping right before our lips meet. “You’re a temptress, Olivia Svensson. And I am under your spell.”

She closes the distance, and she tastes like cinnamon, sugar, and maple glaze. She kisses me with a desperation I feel in my soul. But somewhere nearby, a kid starts crying, snapping me out of the daze.

“Later,” I whisper, and it’s a promise she immediately understands. She presses a finger to her plump lips and nods. I stand and hold out a hand. “C’mon, we can’t leave until we’ve gone on the Ferris wheel.”

We’re both quiet as we line up for the ride. Our desserts are finished by the time we climb into the carriage, and I take her hand, lifting it to my lips to kiss her knuckles. But as soon as the ride starts to move, and we’re partially out of view, I shift, turning my body toward her and pulling her close. I lift her legs to drape over my thighs, so she’s halfway to sitting in my lap, and then, cupping her chin, I kiss her again. “I think I’m addicted to your kisses,” I murmur against her lips. “So sweet, so soft.”

“Denver,” she whimpers when I trail one hand down her neck, grazing her shoulder, and then tracing over to the upper swell of her breast. Her breath hitches when I circle her nipple, and I lean in to whisper in her ear.

“No one can see us up here. Do you trust me?”

I feel her nod, but that’s not enough. “I need the words, Pixie.”

“I trust you.”

The way those three words make me feel is indescribable. It’s a privilege and a responsibility that I don’t take lightly. I glance around, ensuring we’re as out of view as possible as the ride slowly turns. When I’m confident in our privacy, I tip her chin toward me and kiss the tip of her nose before moving to her lips again. Then I draw my hand even lower, cupping her pussy over her pants.

“Denver,” she gasps, her hips lifting slightly.

“Shh. It’s okay. No one can see what I’m doing. I’m gonna make you feel good. You just have to try not be too loud. Can you do that?”

She bites her lip as she nods, and I swoop in, capturing her trapped lip in my own teeth and gently tugging it free.

“The only person allowed to bite those lips is me.” I pause and tilt my head slightly with a smirk. “And Griff, I guess. But tonight, only me.”

Her cheeks darken, her eyelids fluttering even lower as I press my hand more firmly over her sex. I can feel the warmth of her, even through her clothing. Right then, the ride comes to a stop. We’re almost at the very top, and I’m sure the view is amazing. But I don’t give a crap about scenery when I have my Pixie girl in my arms.

I slide my hand up slightly and dip my fingers under the waist of her pants, then pause. “Okay?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” I angle my hand down and dip two fingers between her legs, finding her warm and wet already. “Damn, Pix. You need this, don’t you? You need me to fuck you with my fingers and make you come. Are you aching, beautiful?”

Her head falls to my shoulder as I whisper in her ear, slowly sliding my fingers in and out of her slit.

“Denver, please,” she moans softly, turning her face into my neck. Her hand is squeezing my thigh, tight enough that I hope I’ll find marks there in the morning.

“I’ve got you.”

I push into her, feeling the tight squeeze of her muscles. It’s not the greatest angle, but I’ll make it work. Olivia moves on my lap, spreading her legs to let one fall off to the side.