Page 61 of Wicked Takeover
He put the basket on the concrete and vaulted over the short fence. “Come on, I’ll help you over.” He offered Lauren his hand.
She gave him a look that said it wasn’t happening. After regarding the fence, she sauntered around its perimeter, reached the gate, and entered the usual way.
So much for ditching her practicality. Before this night ended, he wanted Lauren as uninhibited as he was.
Joining him, she contemplated the ride. “Does it work?”
He placed her palm on his monster erection. “What do you think?”
“You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever known.” She sagged against him. “You’re also nuts if you believe I’d ever question your virility.”
“Talk about a backhanded compliment.” He swatted her ass and captured her mouth, plunging his tongue deeply inside.
Lauren made a faint, surprised noise, then suckled his tongue with fervor. She wreathed her arms around his neck and held him tightly.
Her strength had nothing on his. Dante warned himself to take it easy so he wouldn’t hurt her. He was that turned on. Carefully, he fondled her breast and dragged his thumb over her taut nipple.
She ground against his cock, dug her fingers into his shoulders, and tugged him closer.
It appeared her caution had ended. Elated, he deepened their kiss and squeezed her boob. Her moan said she liked that. Teetering right and left, they enjoyed one helluva deep, wet, and prolonged kiss.
He broke it before she did but only because he needed air.
Lauren rested her head on his shoulder. “More.”
Grinning, Dante eased away and grabbed her hand. “Come on.” He helped her onto the platform and bypassed the horses.
“Wait.” She held back. “I like this one.” She stroked its wooden tail.
He pulled her forward. “You’ll like this better.” He stopped at a bench-like seat that had high panels on either side decorated with a fairy prince and princess.
Lauren made a face. “That’s where old people sit.”
“Not with me here it isn’t. No, stay on your feet.”
She straightened. “Why? Wait. Where are you going?”
To start the ride, hopefully. The control panel was in a podium to the right where the operator would stand. Dante dug the instructions from his back pocket and tried to read them in the gloom. At last, he turned on his cell phone and used its light.
Lauren gripped a gold-and-white pole and swung toward him. “Do you know what you’re doing?”
He looked up. “You even have to ask?”
She regarded his cheat sheet. “Nope. You’re perfect.”
Laughing softly, he pulled out the key and opened the control box.
“Did Gabe give you that?”
Another friend in local government had. “I found it one day.”
“Wow, are you lucky or what? Are you going to turn on the lights and music? You know, draw a crowd?”
He shot her a look. “What do you think?”
She smiled sweetly. “As long as you know what you’re doing.”
He wished. Dante followed the instructions religiously and prayed that the piped calliope music and blazing lights wouldn’t come on. Holding his breath, he flicked the switch. The motor hummed, and the carousel turned slowly. No lights. No music.
