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"I'm doing so okay," she assures me, blinks her eyes open, and tentatively lifts her hips. "In fact, I’ve never done more perfect."

"Good.” My tongue darts out to wet my lips. I could watch her all day. Her soft red curls over her red skin and perky breasts, my cock in her and that mischievous glint in her eyes. “Take what you need, Brooke."

And she does. Her hips rise and fall steadily, our gazes locked. Pleasure is tugging at my cock, the way she moans my name, requiring all my willpower not to come.

Watching her lose herself in the moment is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She throws back her head, red curls cascading over her pale back, moving so flowingly as she rides me, like a dream.

“Ki-“ She picks up her pace, and I meet her movements as she sprints towards the edge of her release. Then she reaches for my hand and guides it between us.

I take the hint. My fingertips find her clit with ease, and her entire body tenses, movements turning rigid.

"Baby?" She whispers breathlessly, watching me through her thick eyelashes.

“I’m close.”

“Good. Come with me.”

The moment she shudders and tightens around my cock, I’m right with her. She moans my name, fingertips digging into my chest and leaving little moon-shaped marks. She keeps riding me until her knees tremble too much to continue and I take over, thrusting inside her until every last drop of my cum is in the condom.

"You feel so good, Kieran," she whispers and tentatively rolls her hips, then lets me slide out of her and collapses on top of me.

I could stay this way forever. Right here in my bed, Brooke on me, her warm breath feathering against my sweaty skin, my arms around her.

Suddenly she giggles. "How long until you're ready for round two?"

"Damn, Sweetheart." I kiss the side of her head. "You’re asking this while you’re naked on top of me? Give it three minutes."

"Promise?" She lifts her head, chin digging into my collarbone.

"Well... maybe three minutes, and a quick break for a snack." I chuckle and pull her into a kiss.

Chapter 37

Kieran

The second day on the carousel isn't nearly as fun as the first one. My back hurts, I’m cold, my feet hurt, and all I want to do is go home with Brooke and curl up in bed with her under my nice, warm blanket. Maybe cuddle with Dick or one of the girls.

But alas. I have more funds to earn and people to send on two minutes of childhood bliss. Though I do have another appointment, I need to get to pretty soon.

"Ho, ho, ho!" I greet the next group of riders and happily accept their money. Once the carousel starts turning, I pull out my phone to call Brooke, which proves surprisingly difficult with a huge Santa beard.

"Hey, Kieran."

"Brooke, where are you?" I get on my tiptoes, trying to catch sight of her in the masses sidling over the Christmas market.

"Discussing chocolate with Rebecca. Why? Do you need anything?"

"Yeah. Can you take over for a bit in ten minutes? I have a quick errand to run." There’s some rustling on her end of the line.

"Sure. Give me five minutes and I'll be there."

"And you're sure she doesn't suspect a thing?" Hannah asks me amusedly as she opens the shelter's door for me, glancing around suspiciously as if we’re hiding a meth lab.

"Not a damn clue." I grin and pull the Santa beard out of my bag. Nic and Lauren sneak in after me. They haven’t stopped giggling since we got in the car. “I'm not even sure Brooke ever realized who these two are, to be honest."

"Surprise? Successful. My ego? Trampled on," Lauren jokes and walks inside with her usual air of confidence.

I pull my tripod out of my bag and hand Nic the ring lights. They've helped me with videos often enough, so at this point, we work like a well-oiled machine.