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A frown crosses her face as her eyes darken. “No,” she whispers. I don’t think she’s telling me the truth, but I don’t push it.
We end up finding a tent with cots laid out for us inside. I told them we’d need a place to sleep, and this is what they came up with.
“We’re sleeping in that?” she asks, poking her head inside the tent.
“Yeah, we’re really roughing it out here.” She laughs as she enters the tent and sits on one of the cots.
“Comfy,” she says.
“Mind if I join you?”
Fran hesitates for a moment before scooting over to let me sit beside her. We’re both silent as we gaze into each other’s eyes.
And then we’re kissing.
I’m not sure who kissed who first, but it doesn’t really matter. What matters is the feel of Fran’s warm body pressed against mine, her soft lips, her hair tickling my cheek, and her skin touching mine.
The kiss grows more passionate than anything we’ve ever shared before. I lower Fran onto her back and kiss the fuck out of her. She responds in kind, with an eagerness that speaks to her inexperience. I don’t push things further as I’m afraid I might scare her off. Francesca needs to lead the way here if we’re ever going to have sex one day.
My hands roam down to her hips, and I squeeze them. Fran gasps into my mouth, parting her lips and allowing me the chance to touch my tongue to hers. Normally, I’d be fucking a girl by now. The women I tend to go for are aggressive and have their clothes off before I can blink and my cock in them before I can think.
Francesca is the opposite of that. She’s like an easily startled deer. You have to be gentle and go slow; otherwise, she’ll run from you.
I hold still as Fran wraps her arms around my shoulders. Our lips continue to tangle together in a sweet kiss. I never thought I’d kiss someonesweetly, but here I am.
Things are slowly getting more frantic between us. Fran grips my shoulders, and I tighten my hands around her waist. I can’t remember the last time I’ve just made out with someone. It’s quite nice.
It’s also making hard, which is a problem. I’m sure Francesca isn’t ready to have sex yet, especially inside a museum on a tiny cot where the security guard could walk by at any time.
Fran leans into me, kissing me harder, surprising me. I return in kind, pressing my body against hers. Big mistake. Francesca gasps when my cock brushes against her leg, and she tenses up.
I ease off her. “Are you ok?”
She looks so flushed and cute with her lips red and swollen and her hair slightly messy. “I’m fine. I just think … that might be enough for tonight.”
“Ok.” I hide my disappointment as I head to the other cot. “I’d say goodnight, but I’m not sure I can sleep after that.”
Fran doesn’t respond. She just rolls onto her side, her back to me, and doesn’t say anything for the rest of the night.
* * *
In the morning,Francesca is silent on the drive back to our house. Our house. Huh. I’ll have to get used to that. I’m desperate to ask her what’s on her mind, but I doubt she’d tell me. Did I push her too far last night?
After we get home, I let her know I need to head out. Marco wants me to check back in with Jerry, the manager of the Velvet Lounge. Someone is still skimming off the top, and we haven’t been able to figure out who.
Francesca just nods and walks away as if in a daze. I open my mouth to call out to her, then stop myself. Now isn’t the time.
I check in with Jerry, but there’s no news yet, so I settle in at the bar to keep an eye on any of the comings and goings. A smack on my shoulder makes me turn to see who it is.
It’s Henry. Of course, it is. He’s the last person I want to see after my night with Francesca. He’s a breathing, walking reminder of my bet. The bet to take Francesca’s virginity for sport.
“How’s it going?” he asks, sideling onto the barstool next to me.
“If you’re asking about Francesca—”
“I am.”
“—then you can just shut it,” I finish.
