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I guided her a few more steps, noticing one of several employees I’d paid hefty overtime to in order to make this happen.

“You think you know so much about me.”

“I know enough. You refuse to do anything normal or typical, enjoying keeping people off guard with whatever decisions you make. You also enjoy toying with people’s minds, finding them a fascinating study in human nature.”

Perhaps she did know me too well. “Well, keep in mind that can lead to extreme pleasures. Are you ready?”

“I’m always ready.”

The music and lights were already going and if she didn’t know by now where I’d taken her, well, I would be surprised.

Little did she know what her words did to me, the hunger tripping the surface. “I’ll remember that.” I removed her mask, taking a step away to get the full effect of what she was seeing.

A few seconds ticked by before she did. “We’re at the fair?” When she offered a single squeal she clipped off almost immediately, I wasn’t certain how to take it.

“We are.”

Finally, she spun around to face me. “How? It was closed. They shut down a couple days ago. Didn’t they?”

“I might know some people.”

“Who opened it up just for you?”

“Just for us.”

“Where are all the people?” The look on her face, the utter shock and awe while trying to figure out who the hell I was kept my full attention.

“There are several employees working overtime.”

She walked closer, shaking her head. “I mean all the people who would normally bring their kids here.”

“It’s just us. Your own private fair.”

“You’re crazy.”

“I take what I want.”

“That’s not normal. This isn’t normal.” She laughed, her face filled with surprise.

I moved closer, drinking in everything about her. Her expression. The way her lips twisted. The soft sighs indicating frustration. Everything. “Does that mean you’d prefer I turn around and sell it?”

“No. No!” A laugh popped from her lips. “Dinner and a movie would have been fine.”

“Not in my world.”

Her expression moved from one emotion to another. What I wasn’t expecting was for her to rush closer, throwing her arms around my neck. Perhaps I’d never been generous in whatever gift I’d provided, but her reaction caught me completely off guard.

She kept her face pressed against my shoulder for several seconds, her arms clasped together. When she pulled away, she did so only by a few inches. The look in her eyes kept me enthralled.

“I’ll be honest with you. You don’t know what this means to me.” Everything around us slowed, the garish music heard over the sound system blocked out as she pressed her lips against mine.

Subtly at first, a soft brush of her lips as a thank you. But as we’d both experienced before, the moment of intimacy turned into something much more powerful, pulling us both toward unbridled passion.

Her kiss became more aggressive, her tongue thrusting into my mouth. The taste of her was incredible, as usual fueling the hunger to the point I was concerned losing control was the only option.

I rolled my hands down her back, slowing her actions by tempering mine. The kiss became a slow and steady rhythm, a fulfillment of the longing we’d felt at the bar.

When she finally broke the kiss herself and pulled away, the sight of her flushed face kept my balls aching.