Page 49 of Fairground

I snort again, and his eyes widen in triumph.

“See? When you say dumb shit like that, I can’t help but snort. Also, that actor's hot.”

“Please, let me finish, Kylo,” he says teasing.

I roll my eyes, and his grin deepens.

“I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on,” he continues, his tone softer now. “Those green eyes drew me in and no, I don’t put drinks on the house for everyone. I was curious about you, but I could tell that your defenses were up, so I was hoping by introducing you to Lydia, you’d loosen up a little and give me a chance. Do I want to win this mayor race? Hell yeah, I do. And I fully intend on taking the title.”

I take a sip of my water and shake my head. “Okay, but you’re still going to lose.”

He grins, slow and sure. “Maybe. But win or lose, I want you during it. I want to get to know you more. Fuck I want to kiss you. Badly. I’ve wanted to since the first night that we met.”

“There are only two more weeks until the state fair. You can’t… wait?” I ask, feeling a little breathless from his confession.

He shakes his head slowly, his gaze locked on mine. “I can’t. But if you want me to, I will. Just… I need a taste of you tonight. Something. Please.”

“Okay,” I whisper, the words slipping out much too eagerly. Because I'm full on the meal he made me and because Cash makes me feel... safe.

His hands move to take my drink, setting it down on the grassy knoll beside us. The creek bubbles gently in the background, the only sound between us as his hands brush my hair away from my shoulder gently. His fingers fall to my neck, cradling it gently as he leans in, our faces so close, gazes locked. My eyes stay on his until his lips meet mine in what can only be described as a full-body kiss.

My mouth parts, welcoming his tongue as it sweeps against my bottom lip, teasing, then tangling with mine. His kiss is soft and unhurried, and I can feel how much he’s holding back in the tension of his chest where my hands have rested. A part of me wishes he wouldn’t, even as alarm bells clang in my head.

Cash fucks them and leaves them. That’s what I’ve been told. And maybe that’s all I need right now. A quick release before focusing on the race. It’d be a scandal for the town if anyone found out, and knowing them, probably one that they’d eat up with a spoon. But none of that stops me from letting his freehand slide around my waist, lifting me easily until somehow, I'm straddling him on his lap.

I can feel him beneath me—his hard erection is impossible to ignore, and I rock my hips into it just to drive us both wilder. He pulls back just enough to take one of my hands from his chest and place it over the straining denim.

“You feel that?” His voice is low and rough, the words sparking heat in my core. “That’s what just your mouth does to me. Now imagine what the rest of you could do.”

And fuck me, why is that so hot?

“You’re… huge,” I say, unable to stop myself. And he is—so big I can’t tell where he starts or ends. The way his jeans are stretched to their limits says everything I need to know about what’s underneath there.

He smirks, cocky and devastating. “That I am. Though I don’t think we should go there tonight.”

“Well… good,” I say, though my voice is shaky. “Didn’t want you anyway.”

He throws his head back, laughing before his eyes turn more serious. “What will you let me do then?”

“I think a kiss is enough,” I murmur, but my hips are betraying me, rocking forward instinctively as if being controlled by someone else. The thin barrier of my joggers and thong does nothing to dull the friction, and I’m already wound too tight. If I can just get a little more pressure, a little more traction, I think I could come right here on his lap.

Cash leans back on his elbows, watching me squirm with a grin that only makes me hotter.

“Why can’t I stop?” I ask, my voice catching as my body moves on its own.

“Don’t, then. Take what you want from me, baby. Get your orgasm. I’m good. I like the view.”

I grind against the hard ridge of him, the denim adding just enough pressure to drive me insane. My body buzzes, every nerve alight as I chase the edge. Why does he have to be so freaking attractive? It's not just his outward appearance; it's the inside too. His confidence, his kindness, his humor. He's everything I feel like I can't be. So completely in control and aware of who he is. A person who makes everyone around them feel comfortable and happy just with their presence.

His hand moves toward my chest, hesitant but eyes full of hunger. “May I?”

I nod, unable to form words. I need more—everything.

He lifts my tank top over my head, baring my chest to the cool night air. Normally, I’d feel self-conscious about my stomach, but the high waist of my joggers hides just enough to not overly think it. And the way Cash zeros in on my full, bouncing breasts with open appreciation fuels my confidence.

“Damn,” he murmurs as he rubs his jaw, his voice thick with need. “Can I touch them?”

“Yes. Do it,” I hiss, desperate to come.

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