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Ginny looks up, startled, and I help her quickly button her shirt back up, making sure she's covered before the dinging sounds, and we scramble back to our places.

If I thought it was difficult to lay in the table without pitching a tent before, now it's fucking impossible, but we only have one more hour of our shift.

And then I plan to get her drunk on orgasms and put a ring on it.

She's mine.

Chapter 4

Ginny

After our shift, Knox goes to find his clothes, and I run around the festival looking for my friend. I need to let Naomi know where I'm headed tonight, because I don't want her to worry or wait up for me, but I'm practically giddy with excitement by the time I find her.

"Hey!" She grins at me, ducking out of the ring toss booth to come chat with me when I flag her down. "You ready to head home? I texted you the garage door combo."

"Um, thank you, but I'm going home with Knox." I watch for her reaction, not wanting this to cause problems for us, or particularly for him. Knox works for Naomi's husband Jameson, and I don't want to make it weird.

"Holy shit. Knoxy drank the water, huh?" Naomi grins and I'm confused.

"What water?"

Naomi waves her hand. "They say there's something in the water in Duhring Park. Pretty much all the guys on the DP crew have fallen in love at first sight."

My heart skips a beat. Love? I mean, I'm certainly head over heels for this guy and trying to figure out how I'm going to tell him that I'm leaving next week, but that doesn't mean he's as gaga as I am.

"I'm just going back to his place for dinner," I say with a shrug, but I don't meet her eyes. I can't get my hopes up.

"Well, have fun and don't do anything Betty wouldn't do. Which means, do whatever the hell feels good." Naomi slaps my ass and laughs as she heads back into her tent.

That's the plan. And I'll just try not to lose my heart in the process.

As I walk through the festival, I start to have second thoughts. I don't typically rush into decisions. I have contemplated a new career for over a year, and this time off to think about my goals was planned months ago. I create timelines and lists. I never fly by the seat of my pants. What is this guy doing to me?

By the time I find Knox at the edge of the town square, I'm contemplating cancelling all together. But then he smiles at me, his entire face lighting up and suddenly, I want him to look at me like that for the rest of our lives.

I swallow hard, knowing that one night with him is not going to be enough, and yet, it may have to be.

"Ready?" He holds up a bag of food with the logo for McGurdy's Pub emblazoned on the side. "I picked up dinner, because I haven't been grocery shopping in weeks."

A laugh bubbles up from deep within my belly. I want to bathe in the afterglow of the smile he gives me in response.

"I see your game," I tease as he opens the passenger door of his truck and offers his hand to help me in. "You impress me with the promise to cook dinner and then pull the old bait and switch. What other surprises do you have for me tonight, Knox?"

He leans in close and kisses me hard. His hand slides behind my head and he holds me in place, our tongues and lips tangling with heated desire.

"You are the biggest surprise of my life, Ginny," Knox whispers as he pulls back and gazes at me with panty-melting desire. He lets his eyes travel the length of my sexy nurse costume, and then he groans like it's torture to pull away. He gives my forehead one last kiss before he closes the door.

In the short time it takes him to round the truck to the driver's side door, I've already planned our wedding and named our babies. I'm practically feral to finish what he started.

He slides into the driver's side seat, and I clench my thighs when I get a glimpse of the sizable bulge at the front of his jeans.

Knox glances over at me, his eyes falling to my garter stockings smeared with fake blood, before he starts the car. He puts his thick hand on my thigh, rubbing his pinky gently much too far away from my panties to do anything but make me whine.

The sexual tension in the small cab is intense, and the longer it takes us to get to the road up the mountain, the more needy I become. As we take the left turn, leaving the last of the streetlights behind, Knox's fingers move up my thigh, and his knuckle brushes against my panties right on top of my clit.

I moan loudly, wanting him to know that I'm in.

"We are about five minutes from anywhere safe enough for me to pull off this road." Knox's deep voice practically sends me over the edge and it's even more growly and sexy in the darkened cab. "Touch yourself for me, Ginny. But don't come yet."