Page 33 of Fortuity

“What?” His gaze slid to the clock on his dash. “Fifteen minutes, but we can skip it and grab dinnerinstead.”

I shook my head as I unbuckled my seat belt and dropped my purse at my feet. Then I climbed over the console onto his lap. “Push your seat all the way back,honey.”

“Holy fuck.” He hit a button, and his seat slid back. It gave me enough space to settle on his lap, and his hard length pressed against my core. “What’re youdoing,baby?”

“Just saying thank you for being so incredible to me.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and brushed my lipsagainsthis.

“We’re in a public parking lot, Faith.” His gaze swept out the window to scan theparkinglot.

“I’m not going to do anything we could get into trouble for,” I whispered against his ear. I nipped at the lobe softly, and hegroaned.

“Didn’t pick something you’d like because I wanted you to feel like you owe me anything. I’m not in a rush, Faith. As badly as I want you”—his hips jerked forward to show me just how much—“which is a fucking lot, I’ll wait as long as it takes for you to be ready for that step. There’s no pressure here. We have all the time in theworld.”

“I know we do.” I smiled down at him. “And I’m going to spend the next fifteen minutes of it making out with myboyfriend.”

With our mouths pressed together, tongues tangled, and hands stroking over our clothes, we lost track of time. It ended up being more like twenty minutes...and the only reason we made it inside for the class at all was because someone tapped on the fogged up windows and told us to knock it off. Learning how to make homemade ice cream and a steamy make-out session. Bestdateever.

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