Page 4 of Falling for the Pucking Bad Boy

“In a well-lit area with other people around. I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

“You don’t have to do all that,” she retorts softly. “However, I will go grab that ice cream with you.”

“Good.” She doesn’t move, prompting me to ask, “Did you need to tell whoever you’re with that you’re leaving?”

“He isn’t worth my time,” she says easily enough, showing no remorse on her face.

“I’m ready to go whenever you are.”

“Am I about to get my ass kicked for stealing you away?”

“If you do, I’ll make it up to you by the end of the night.”

Fuck me.

She is a woman after my own heart.

“Where is he?” I look over her head and pretend to scan the area. “I think I might risk it and take that chance.”

She chuckles again, and I like the easy sound of it. “C’mon—what’s your name?”

“Judson.” I place one of the glasses down along a table currently occupied by several people and reach out a hand for her to shake. “And you are?”

“Aurora.” She slips her tiny hand into mine before I possessively lace our fingers together and give her a slight tug forward until our chests are almost brushing. “Is this where you kiss me?”

Her voice is a ghost of sweetness that floats between us, full of innocence and curiosity. I don’t know if I should feel guilty for wanting to sleep with her or feel honored that she’d possibly want to.

“I’m not kissing you here,” I say, but the thought of it has my gaze descending to her lips. “I think I’ll make you wait a bit longer—second date and all.”

“So, this just turned into a date?”

“I’d really like to think so.” I shrug. “Or maybe the making of one. We’ll see. I might not like you after a few minutes when I start asking questions, and you answer and don’t shut up.”

“You’re right,” she replies. “I might blurt out how much I love Jimmy Choos and my ungodly amount of skin products.”

“Sounds like I might want to ask the dude at the ice cream counter to drown me in a quart of vanilla.”

“Wait until you hear about the spa treatment I just had.”

“Unless you’re about to tell me that you were naked, I’ll ask you to skip that subject.”

“Noted. I won’t mention the oil treatment.”

I slowly shake my head as my dick twitches eagerly. “You’re a tease.”

“And you’re such a gentleman. My father always says I need to calm down and not be so wild and reckless. It’s so refreshing to find a man that won’t take advantage of that.”

“How wild and reckless?”

She beams at me, trying to appear guiltless in all the things she’s ever done, and I instantly want to know what those are. “Oh, I don’t like to live in the past. Ice cream sounds so innocent and sweet. I love it.”

“I’m suddenly under the impression you might be a bad influence on me.”

“Did you want to cancel?”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

“Alright, Judson,” she muses. “Escort me out of here then.”

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