I happily oblige a few minutes later when he sends me soaring into a mind-melting orgasm.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Elliot
“I’m not sure this is a good idea,” I say.
Seraphine gasps, pausing on the sidewalk and our conjoined hands makes me stop too.
“Are you scared?” she asks with a raised brow.
“No,” I say sternly. “But we just ate.”
I look up at the Ferris wheel, the one I haven’t been on in over twenty-five years.
“It’s not a roller coaster, Elliot. It goes slow.”
“But it goes around. And all the way up there.” I point toward the sky.
Narrowing her eyes, she tugs on my hand, and we keep going. I purchase two tickets for the great wheel, and we get in line. Even though every part of my body is screaming at menotto do this.
“Do you think we’ll get one toourselves?”
“If you wanted to be alone, I would have bought more tickets.”
She rolls her eyes, lifting onto her toes to look further down the line.
I move behind her, putting my arms around her and bending to reach her ear.
“Are you ashamed of me, Seraphine?”
“Of course not,” she answers, sounding almost offended.
I kiss her cheek before she turns in my arms, lifting up on her toes to press her lips to mine.
“Truthfully, I like people seeing us together,” she says.
“Is that so?”
Biting on her bottom lip, she nods, her cheeks turning that beautiful shade of pink again. Though, that could be from the cool air. I’ll pretend it’s for me.
“You are so perfect,” I whisper, giving her one more lingering kiss.
Soon enough, we’re in our gondola with another couple across from us. I keep my arm around Seraphine, and sheoohsandaahsover every little thing, which I find adorable. She’d told me before we got here that it’s been a while since she’s been on the great wheel, which is why she wanted to do it again. She didn’t have anyone to go with before, and I told her I’ll do anything with her. Everything she wants, I’m here to do it.
The couple across from us chat quietly, pointing things out and I catch an Irish accent. They must be tourists. It’s anotherthing about Seattle a lot of natives dislike, but I don’t mind that either. It brings in plenty of money.
When we make half a rotation and start going back down, Seraphine settles some, resting into my side.
“This is nice. Thank you for taking me.”
“You’re very welcome.” I kiss the side of her head. “What will we do when our feet are on the ground again?”
“Hmmm,” she says dramatically. “I was thinking ice cream.”
“Ice cream?” I chuckle. “We just ate dinner.”
“So,” she argues. “I want ice cream.”
