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CARSON

I just made Nylah come in a movie theater.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

She wanted it.

Yeah, and watching her fall apart like that while the light from the screen highlighted her ecstasy was the sexiest fucking thing ever.

But shit.

What if we’d been caught?

A smile tugs at my lips. I can’t help it. That was fucking hot.

Damn, I love her mouth, her tongue, her sweet pussy.

It’s taking everything in me to stay in this seat and not bail on the movie early and find someplace private where we can finish what we started.

That would be my usual MO.

Who gives a fuck about aliens and sci-fi movies when I could find a bathroom and?—

No. This chick is not some mindless bathroom fuck.

Her head shifts on my shoulder, and I get a whiff of her shampoo. Shit, I love that stuff. I want to buy a bottle of it just so I can keep her scent with me.

How creepy is that?

What the hell is this girl doing to me?

Her fingers give mine a light squeeze and I automatically squeeze back, thrown by this intimate gesture. I don’t hold girls’ hands. But I sought her out this time. I needed the connection after I’d watched her come. Fuck. She’s fire.

I want more of her.

I need to be inside her.

But more than that, I want to give her pleasure. I want to see her fall apart again, trust me with her body the way she just so willingly did.

It was an honor, and I don’t know if I’ve ever felt that way before.

I’ve never taken a girl who didn’t want it. But there was something about her begging to be touched that undid me. Was it the way she asked? The catch in her voice?

I don’t know. There’s just something so pure about her.

I’m used to girls who have been around the block. I like a woman who knows what she’s doing. You can usually spot them. They come on to me. They give me their hungry eyes, and I just instinctively know.

But Nylah’s different.

She’s got this virgin quality about her, but she was brave enough to ask me to touch her.

Shit. Should I have?

It was way too easy to give in to her demand.

And now she’s snuggled up beside me, no doubt thinking of me like her boyfriend or some shit.

That can’t happen.

Does she get that?

Fuck, I really shouldn’t have touched her that way.

Yet I’m hungry for more.

She’s addictive

Dangerous.

Bail, bail, bail!

Fuck no. I can’t move. Her head is on my shoulder, her fingers interlaced with mine. Who gives a fuck what’s right or wrong at the moment?

I just need to stay.

So I do.

A war rages in my head the entire time, but the second half of the movie is one intense action scene after another. It’s a good distraction, and by the time the credits are rolling, I’m feeling mostly normal.

As the lights come back up, Nylah bends down to scoop popcorn off the floor.

“Leave it.”

“I just feel bad.”

“The workers are paid to clean it up, you know?”

She looks up at me like I just said something shitty.

“What? I’m not trying to be an asshole. That’s just a fact.”

With a soft sigh, she stands and straightens her shirt, then looks up the aisle at the worker who has already started cleaning up.

“I’m really sorry, but we had a spill down here,” Nylah calls out to her. “Can I help clean it up or anything?”

“No, that’s okay.” The girl smiles at her. “I’m happy to do it.”

“Thank you.” Nylah’s voice is so sweet, so genuine… and it makes the girl’s smile grow a little wider.

I glance down at my movie buddy and can’t help a mystified frown.

“What?” She laughs at me, nudging my arm and telling me to move out of the row.

“You’re just…” I shake my head. “One of a kind.”

She glances up at me, her big brown eyes softening into a smile that’s fucking beautiful.

“You know, you can be really sweet, tough guy.”

I snicker and shake my head. “Lame.”

Her giggle fills the space around us as she nudges me again, and I finally turn and lead us out of the theater.

I have no idea what we’re gonna do for the rest of the day. Maybe I could take her for a long ride and we could find a quiet spot to?—

My thoughts jerk to a screeching halt as we reach the sidewalk and I notice a couple across the street who can absolutely not see me with their daughter.

“Gotta go,” I mumble, dropping Nylah’s hand and darting to my left.

Ducking into the closest store, I make a beeline for the back exit and end up in an alley. Walking past the stinking dumpster, I find a good spot to hide out until I’m sure the coast will be clear.

My heart is hammering, my stomach writhing.

I feel like an ass for just walking away like that, but if her dad had seen us together…

Fuck no.

That can never happen.

I’m doing us both a favor.

I just hope she understands that.