Page 29 of His Perfect Woman

“Do you?” She smiled. “The Lucas I remember was always scheming and plotting.”

I shrugged. “People change.” Recently, the only time I ever stopped thinking about work was when I was stressing over things between us, but that wasn’t exactly a great intro to—I love you and I always have.

We walked a little farther until a gazebo came into view. It was historic and needed some repairs, so they had closed it off to the public as a precaution, but it had the best view of the water and the city lights twinkled in the background.

I pointed. “This is one of my favorite spots.”

“It’s closed.”

“For no good reason.” I raised one brow and shot her a mischievous glance. “Want to break some rules? Let’s go.”

Her face scrunched up, but she looked intrigued. “Are you sure it’s safe?”

“The renovations are for a new paint job and a few loose shingles on the roof. The foundation is fine. Come on. I wouldn’t tempt you if I thought it was dangerous.”

“What if we get caught?” she asked, looking over both shoulders.

“By who?” I laughed. “The park police?”

“Yes, actually.”

“Live a little, Vic.” I took off towards the opening and lifted the tape to usher her in.

She hesitated for a moment, but finally sighed and followed me in. There was a chill in the evening air as we stood at the edge, looking out at the lights twinkling over the rippling water.

As we stood there, I felt a hot flash surge through my body—ending with a twitch between my legs. The thing about confessing my feelings to her was that it might all be over after that. It was a risk I needed to take, but finally getting to know her in bed had been one of the greatest highlights of my life so far. I was suddenly reluctant to give that up without at least one more taste of her.

I stepped closer to her, reaching out to brush her cheek. Her skin was as soft and smooth as a rose petal and I never got tired of touching it.

She blushed and dropped her gaze. “What are you doing?”

“I told you...you look fucking beautiful tonight. I’m just admiring the view.”

That spark between us flared up as our eyes met. The crackling between us was so evident in the air, I’d swear it could shock anyone else who happened to stumble upon us.

Our bodies drifted closer, the way they had become so accustomed to doing lately. An invisible force pulled us together, and it felt so natural and effortless. It was hard to imagine ever going back to being “just friends.” At least it was for me. Maybe that’s still all we were supposed to be, but we were friends who fucked—couldn’t I keep that much?

Within seconds, my lips were pressed to hers. I teased her mouth open with my tongue and sucked in the taste of mint. We stood there in the chilly breeze, moving closer together for warmth...and a deeper kiss, of course. Our tongues explored in the darkness, and I was growing alarmingly hard.

She felt my erection brush against her leg through my pants and stopped. I thought she would say we needed to stop. It was dark in the gazebo, but we were still out in the open for the most part. Anyone walking by could probably easily notice us and see everything if they got close enough.

But instead, she propelled herself forward—clutching her nails into the back of my hair and pulling me in even closer to her. Her mouth kissed its way to my neck and nibbled along my ear, driving me mad with desire.

I wasn’t expecting her next move. Her hand dropped down to the bulge in my pants, which was now hard as a rock thanks to her tongue along my ear, and began rubbing me in all the best ways. I growled and was even more surprised when she took it a step further. I heard my zipper being pulled down, followed by the warm touch of her hand wrapping around my bare cock.

Then she dropped to her knees, pulling my pants down just enough to free my erection. She swirled her tongue around the tip, and it took everything in me not to growl out loud, which would surely get us caught.

“I don’t know if I can handle this,” I joked, trying to keep my voice quiet and contained.

She flashed a coy grin up at me, locking her eyes with mine, as she ran her hand down my shaft, her mouth taking me in right behind it. I closed my eyes and tensed up, doing my best not to make a sound.

Which is why I missed the flashlight and silhouette approaching from the distance. He called out, “Hey, you! You okay in there?”

Shit. A security guard from the looks of it. Vic wasn’t kidding about the park police, apparently. But she wasn’t stopping her mission to suck me off either...which only made it harder to play it off and reply.

I waved back, trying to control the steadiness of my voice. “Head of the contracting crew. Just taking a few notes.”

“At night?” he yelled back. “You need my flashlight?”

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