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“I’ll never complainabout PTA meetings again. Because this is worse. So much worse.”
Ariel stared wide-eyed at the long line in front of the ticket booth. I’d dragged her out of her apartment this morning at five, her eyes still half closed, her jacket buttoned up wrong. Not even the two large coffees I’d bought her had helped put her in a better mood.
She ripped off tickets and accepted the money, not bothering to count it. “Next.”
Her voice was void of emotion, her face pinched tight, as if her coffee had been cold. Which was impossible since I’d put them in insulated travel mugs.
I’d finally figured out this living-on-my-own thing. I even remembered to take out the trash yesterday.
Well, most of the time, anyway.
“We only have five hours to go.”
Her attention snapped to me, and a heavy sigh escaped her. “Onlyfive hours. Well, that makes me feel so much fucking better.”
The lady at the front of the line gasped, then covered her daughter’s ears. “There arechildrenpresent.”
Ariel blinked at the woman, handing her the tickets she’d requested. As soon as she’d paid and made room for the next person in line, Ariel snorted. “Not sure most of those would classify as children.”
“How about a cookie? Will that make you feel better?”
Not pausing what she was doing, she answered, “You can take your cookie and stuff it up your—”
I jumped up, startling the guy about to purchase his tickets. “Okay, I think it’s time for a break.”
I waved over one of the other volunteers, who approached with a wide smile. It seemed everyone but Ariel was willingly volunteering. “Gloria, we’re taking a short breather.”
She took the seat I’d vacated. “Of course. Take your time. I’ve got this.”
I led Ariel through the fair, which was being hosted in the school’s oversized parking lot, and behind the restrooms.
As soon as we were hidden from sight, I pushed her up against the wall and pressed my lips to hers. I’d been wanting to do this ever since she’d come out of her apartment, looking adorably rumpled.
Her body lost all the tension, and she sank into me with a needy groan. We made out like two horny teenagers, my hands wandering, hers slipping under my shirt.
Her touch intensified the need thrumming through me. I couldn’t get enough of feeling her against me, of her squirming under my touch.
Unable to stop myself, I unzipped her jeans, slipping my hand inside.
“Jude.”
My name escaped her in a whispered plea, and I nearly came in my pants at the sound of it. She held power over me. A realization that would have scared me if I’d been clearheaded. But my brain was focused on her and how to wring more sounds like that from her. How to make her feel good. How to get closer to her.
My fingers stroked her, finding her little bud and applying light pressure. She arched into my hand, her breath coming out in choppy moans. I entered her with one finger, then two, relishing the way she dug her nails into my back as if afraid I’d stop.
Her mouth met mine in another kiss, this one much less refined, her body vibrating with need.
She quivered, her legs tightening on my hand before she came, biting my shoulder.
I didn’t let up until she sagged against me, placing small kisses on my neck. Her forehead came to rest against my chest. “Fuck, Jude.”
I pulled my hand out, then tilted her chin up before putting my fingers that had been inside her in my mouth. The heat flaring in her eyes made me impossibly harder. “Delicious.”
Rearranging my pants, I winked at her, basking in the glow on her face and the dopey smile she wore while zipping up her jeans. “We should get back before someone comes looking for us.”
I took her hand, towing her along behind me. We stopped at the edge of the building, and I turned back to her, stealing another kiss.
She brushed her hand over my jaw, and I leaned into her touch. “Do we have to go back?”
