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There’s no way I’m about to claim this girl’s virginity without at least taking her on a proper date. As much as my code of violence dictates my life most of the time, it doesn’t mean I want to expose her to that side of my life. It’s not fair to her, and I don’t want to taint her innocence any more than I already have.
It’s been way too long since I’ve taken anyone out on an actual date. Long enough that I don’t even remember anymore.
But Gina has changed everything for me.
I don’t want anyone else. I don’t know much about her yet, but we have the rest of our lives to figure that out, right? What matters is that she knows she’s mine and nobody else’s.
And if we’re going to be together, everything has to be perfect...and I’m going to make sure of it.
I’ve been so used to the gore, blood, and violence that things as simple as a date disorient and worry me.
That’s why I have this whole thing planned out. Ambushing and torturing my enemies is more my speed, so I had to ask for help to make sure I impress Gina.
When she sees the horse and carriage, her eyes light up, and she squeals in delight, making my chest swell with pride that I’m the one who put her in this emotional state. I’m the man that made her happy, because I’m the man for her.
Girls and horses, it’s a thing—or so I’m told. The driver steers the carriage toward us, and I swing open the door for her. I do an exaggerated bow, which earns me a chuckle. “Your carriage, my lady.”
“Oh, myGod!” she gasps, climbing up into the carriage, momentarily forgetting how short her outfit is. Her long legs make the dress ride up, and even though I know I shouldn’t be thinking about what’s underneath it, I can’t think about anything else.
I climb up next to her and slip the driver a crisp new Benjamin. He hits the reins, and the horses start touring us around the park. It’s the most romantic thing I could think of. And she deserves every moment of it.
I can shower her with expensive gifts, of course, but there’s nothing quite like the old school way of courting a woman. I’m aware that I don’t sound or act like my usual self, but Gina makes me want to be a better man—at the very least, one that’s good enough for her.
Sidling up next to me, she looks up at me, and her eyes are shining. “This is amazing. Thank you.”
If any of my guys saw where I was and what I was doing right now, they would get a good laugh out of it—at least they would when I wasn’t around. The only guys I trusted enough to know about this night were Jimmy and Marco. I don’t want the rest thinking their boss has gotten soft. It’s not that I’ve gotten soft, it’s just that there’s something about her that makes me feel, see, and experience the world differently.
And an experience she’ll never forget is exactly why I paid off the cops to block the roads so nobody else can get into this area of the park. Tonight, this area is all ours.
We travel down the path talking about anything and everything. She’s very easy to talk to and smarter than I realized when I first met her, not that my thoughts were drawn to her intellect upon first laying eyes on her. The good news is she’s already talking about the future, and I’m trying not to get ahead of myself so as not to scare or shock her.
Even though I’ve known her for less than a month, it’s hard not to admit to myself that I’ve totally fallen for her. Who would have thought?
That’s what this whole night is about. The carriage stops in front of where we’re having dinner, which is a table set up in the middle of a bridge, prepared for us specifically as a result of my insistence, accompanied by a handsome tip to make this impossibility a reality.
A dinner for two and a private chef serving us world-class dishes do the trick, along with some music. Her eyes couldn’t get any wider. By the time she’s finished a couple of glasses of wine, she boldly asks me when we’re heading somewhere more private, her question delivered in a husky voice that immediately makes me stiffen in my pants. I can’t wait to get her alone, and clearly the feeling is mutual.
Walking along the lit path with the lights twinkling, I stop, pull her back, and kiss her. First softly, then harder, and when she grinds her sexy little body against mine, it’s all I can do not to just hike up her dress and claim her virginity right there in the open—if not for the caterers eyeing us, of course.
I know my father is going to be out for the evening with his new wife, so getting Gina back to the house is one of my main priorities.
We wrap up our date, and I’m so impatient to get home that I’m tempted to tell the driver to disregard anything that delays our arrival home, red lights included. But no way would I ever put her safety in jeopardy.
Never.
Arriving back home, I take her hand and escort her inside, unable to stop myself from flattening her to the wall the second we step through the door, my lips claiming hers as my hands roam that incredible body of hers that’s been driving me crazy all night.
She responds just like I hoped she would, by sliding her hand down and stroking me. “I want you. This night has been perfect.”
Without another word, I take her hand and lead her up the stairs into my room. It’s bigger than hers, and stopping her in front of my bed, I kiss her hard again, running my tongue over her lower lip and biting it gently.
It’s time.
Taking a gentle hold of her zipper, I do what I’ve been yearning all night and unzip her dress. It falls to the floor, leaving her with nothing but that barely there underwear I picked out for her, which is so minuscule she might not have worn anything at all in the first place.
But I want the souvenir of this night. Those panties will be mine, just like her…forever.
Her skin looks like tanned perfection. Her stomach is flat, with just the faintest visible abs. Her athletic legs are displayed in all their glory, and her perfect breasts are pushed up in her mesh bra. “Want me to take it off?” she asks somewhat shyly, one strap already falling from her shoulder.
