Page 82 of Exposé

She shook her head, a crumb resting on the corner of her lips. "No, they are. This one is different."

The band kicked up a traditional tune filled with the piano, saxophone, and drum. A tattooed man with long hair that belonged in a screamo band thumped the mallets against the glockenspiel, which resembled a xylophone.

"Okay, that is not what I was expecting."

Ava crumpled her strudel paper with a smile. "See, I told you they were better."

I nudged my shoulder against hers. "Didn't peg you for a beer-drinking, bratwurst-loving kind of girl."

"Shows what you know. There’s more to me than rooftop escapes and coffee orders."

My breath caught. "Oh, I believe it." I stepped closer as a new song with deep, steady beats started. "I'm curious what else I haven’t seen yet."

A crimson heat colored her cheeks as she held my gaze, making my aviators non-existent. "Maybe you'll find out."

She twisted her shoulders, and I raised a brow, leaning in closer, my breath against her cheek. "That sounds like an invitation."

Her fingers traced against my stomach, her touch burning through my shirt. "Maybe it is."

My hand pulsed, my heart racing as I reached up and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Then I’d hate to disappoint you by leaving anything undiscovered." I pressed against her, holding her wrist at my waist, and guided her backward between the tents, my lips a breath away from hers. "I can be very thorough."

We stopped in the darkened intersection of tents, electrical cords, and the echoes of everything around, my hand sliding down her back.

"How thorough?" Her breath teased my lips with a rapid exhale.

"Depends on how far you're willing to let me go."

Ava reached up and slid my shades atop my head, her eyes bouncing between mine and then to the slip of space between the tents as if searching for an answer to an unspoken question.

"Fuck it."

Her lips crashed into mine, her hands cupping my face as she wound her leg around the back of my knee.

I gripped her tight, my hand slipping beneath her fluffy, rustic orange sweater as our tongues slid against one another.

Ava moaned, sending a tsunami of blood straight to my cock.

Why?

She's only a job.

My hands slipped down to her ass, and I hefted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. "This isn't the place..."

"It's as good a place as any." Her fingers thread through the top of my short hair, gripping hard, her teeth digging into my lip.

"Ah." A surge rushed through me, and I squeezed her tight, rubbing her center against the hard length, begging to thrust inside her. "You drew blood." I pulled back, licking the warm drop off my lip.

"Don't tell me you don't like it."

I groaned, giving her a devilish grin. "Say when."

Shuffling, I threw open an empty tent curtain and stepped inside, then knelt on the ground. Her arms tightened around my neck.

"Don't drop me." Her hips gyrated against me. "I'd hate to end this night early."

My hand slammed over her mouth. "Shh..." I laid her down on the grass beneath us. "We wouldn't want you to get caught with your pants down."

Pulling the button free from her jeans, I dipped my fingers into the waistband and gave a sharp tug.

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