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I step to her and say, “Impossible.” I peck her lips and pull her to the other side of the roof. “Come here. Stand up here.” I place her on the ledge. She’s got a death grip on my arm.
She asks, “Now that we both like each other too much, you’re going to kill me?”
I shrug, “It’s the next logical step.”
“Young Paris lovers suicide pact. So been there, done that.”
I laugh and turn her back around. Then I say without joking, “Trust me.”
She’s on edge. She must not be used to surprises. She tightly squeezes her eyes closed. “Ok.”
“You’ll need to look for the next surprise.”
“How many surprises are there?”
“One more after this.”
She nods and grins widely. I see that smile every time I sit with a pen and paper. Her cupid’s bow lips, juicy and gorgeous, but aesthetically, they’re perfect. I was drawing the other day—not her, just random figures. But every single mouth was hers. It’s like I’m incapable of drawing others now that I’ve kissed hers.
“Now lean over to the right.” I slide my arm around her waist and secure her to me.
“No.”
“If I can hold on to a tiny ball while a 300-pound guy pounces on me, I can hold on to your curvy ass.” She gasps a tiny bit.
“You like my ass, don’t you?” she asks.
“Everyone likes your ass. It’s the toast of Paris.”
She bumps backward with her butt and it’s right where I’m trying to conceal my mostly erect dick. Shit.
“Oh,” she says and turns towards me.
I mumble, “Sorry. I have zero control over it.” This is totally her show and oddly, I’m not even trying to convince her to do more. But I want to. I want to be with her, not because she’s just some girl who will sleep with me, and that’s how I know I’m falling hard.
She says, “Show me this thing.”
I lean to the right, taking her with me. She extends her neck. She squeals, “Oh my. This is incredible. It’s so much more beautiful like this. When you have to work for it. And with you.”
We can see the tip of the Eiffel Tower all lit up. Tony told me about it. He and Makenzie come up here with some frequency. They’re exhibitionists.
“Spectacular, right?” A breeze whips up, and her hair wraps around my face, but I’m not letting her go.
“Yes. Absolutely. So cool. Perfect. Stupendous. Marvelous. Get me the fuck down.”
I pick her up with my arm still hooked around her waist and turn and place her on the ground.
She says, “I’m always astounded at how strong you are.”
“Conditioned. I don’t know about strong.”
“I do.”
I feather my lips over hers and she does that little gaspy thing, like she’s surprised. She does it a lot and, truthfully, it’s like a lightning rod to my dick. I want to be with Lizzie Fox. Like, really be with her.
She slides a hand into my hair and tugs a bit. Damn, that’s new. My tongue responds by exploring her mouth as deeply as I can. My mind goes totally blank apart from how fucking good this all feels.
I grip the back of her head to pull her as close as possible. Her other hand rubs along my back and up to my neck. One of mine slides down and rests on top of her ass. I haven’t touched it yet. It’s barely been a month.
