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Yes!

That fire reaches its peak, and my hips buck off the seat before I clamp my legs together, trapping his fingers as I ride out this pleasurable, heady wave. It takes a fair minute. I haven’t been touched like this in a long time, and I’m pretty sure my senses will need to emerge from some black hole millions of miles away before I’ll ever be able to think straight again.

Carson rests his lips against my cheek, then nibbles his way to my lips. I drink him in, my mind a scattered mess as my limbs slowly start to loosen and relax.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispers as he draws his hand out from my underwear and helps me hike my jeans back up.

I get the giggles as I wrestle the zipper closed. My hands are still shaking, and I seriously don’t know if I will ever breathe normally again.

That was so hot.

He made me come in a movie theater.

Holy shit!

And I let him.

Sitting back up, I’m still giggling when someone a few rows back whisper-barks, “Can you two be quiet down there! We’re trying to watch the movie.”

“Sorry,” I softly call back, pressing my mouth against Carson’s shoulder and giggling against him.

His lips brush across my forehead, and as much I want to keep this thing going, maybe give his private places a little party, I resist the urge, figuring I should respect the other moviegoers.

Maybe I can convince Carson to take me somewhere on his bike after this and we can continue what he started here.

Nowthatwould be a good way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

Resting my head on his shoulder, I smile when his hand falls back onto my lap, seeking out my fingers. He threads our digits together, and I realize that this is also a pretty good way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

But if we can get it on again after this… yeah, that’ll be epic.

CHAPTER20

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.

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