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Even through my whisper, my voice cracks. I shouldn’t be so emotional but after feeling nervous and then stupid and now excited, I can’t help myself. The flurry of sensations overwhelms me.
“You’re welcome.”
I snuggle next to him, laying my head on his shoulder. Terrified of saying or doing something to ruin the most perfect day ever, I just enjoy the ride.
We loop around the lake twice where a man and two little boys feed the geese. Both of the kids stare so long their father calls their names to get their attention back to the birds. I know exactly how they feel. The longing to participate in something so special that you can’t afford always happened to me too when I was little.
After we trek through the small, wooded area with paths made from concrete and iron, I lift up. “Do you mind if we give the rest of our turn to them?”
Balthazar follows my finger pointing at the small family where the children are watching us again. His eyes narrow when he looks back at me.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, but only if it’s okay with you. They look like they really want to ride and I’m not sure if they’ll get the chance otherwise.”
He nods and kisses the top of my head. I swear I hear him whisperincrediblewhen his lips touch my hat. His words please me more than anything ever has before.
Balthazar
Her smile remains huge and magnificent as she waves to the man and his sons as they trot away. She’s just as happy for them as they are for themselves. I’ve never experienced anything like it. Anything like her.
“Thank you again for the ride and for sharing it with them. I loved how happy you made them.”
I draw her to me, clutching her body so close she has to tilt her head all the way back to see my face. “No Seraphina. How happyyoumade them. Almost as happy as you make me.”
I swoop down and kiss her gently. Inexperienced lips part for me, letting me own her and her mouth. I love how supple and submissive she is. I could do anything I want to her, and she’d let me. The thought makes my greedy cock strain against my zipper.
I’m standing here in the middle of a Christmas fair full of families, and I just want to shove my hand down her leggings and work her clit until she comes all over my hand. Fuck.
When she sags against me, I know she’s had enough. Too much probably. I pull away and cup her face, relishing her cheeks fill my palms.
“You make me happy too.”
So much damn happiness despite us fully clothed, standing upright in the middle of a freezing park. “Good.”
She remains silent, waiting for me to direct her. “Are you hungry?”
Her head bobs furiously in my hands. “Starving.”
“Then let’s go.”
A smorgasbord of scents drifts toward us as we get closer to the food trucks. Garlic from the pizza, vanilla from the cupcakes, and cumin from the fajitas. After mulling over the options, we choose the brisket. I carry our plates to an open table and chuckle as she digs into the cheesy potato casserole as soon as she plops onto the bench.
The heat lamps stationed around the edge of the eating area give off a surprising amount of warmth. Yet pink tints her cheeks and her hands tremble slightly from the chill. I drop right beside her to provide my body heat too.
As expected, she snuggles into me, looking up and grinning at me with pure joy radiating on her gorgeous face more scorching than the lights. I grab the back of her neck and hold her immobile as I kiss her hard. All of my self-control evaporates with this girl.
When I pull back, she watches me with heavy eyes. I know she won’t take another bite until I release her from the grip I have on her physically and mentally. “Eat angel before it gets cold.”
My instructions earn me a stunning grin, and she clutches her fork, delving into the tender meat. I mimic her, hungrier than I realized with her distracting me. The lunch is excellent, only marred by another couple sitting down across from us as the other tables have slowly filled with people.
They have street tacos but the girl who appears to be similar in age to Seraphina studies our trays and nods to her.
“Is that as good as it looks?”
Of course, Seraphina stays as sweet as the brownies they have too and answers her. Engaging in conversation about the festival with the young woman and the guy, she grins and chats while I keep my hand on her thigh and my mouth shut.
I’m rude, and I don’t care. I want my girl all to myself, not deep in conversation with some random people we’ll never see again.
