“Are you tucking that away for safekeeping?”
His thumb circles the center of my palm. “One day, I’ll be making you come in the wings while your friends are performing.”
A shiver runs through me.
His answering smile is full of filthy promises.
“What about you?” My voice is hoarse. “What’s the most public place you’ve had sex?”
“You mean other than a night club.”
“How did you get away with that?” It’s always a pulse of bodies, you can’t turn around without bumping into someone.
“Lots of dark corners.”
Heat rushes through me at the idea of Flip tucking me into one of those corners, making me come while everyone around us dances. “What’s more public than that?”
“I fucked my high school girlfriend on a Ferris wheel while we were stuck at the top.”
“Oh my God.” A thrill shoots down my spine. “Everyone around you must have known.”
He grins. “I’m sure they did. But she was afraid of heights. I was doing my due diligence by distracting her.”
I laugh. “So considerate.”
He smirks. “I thought so.”
“Was it a rush?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Maybe you should take me to a carnival sometime.”
“When the weather is nice,” he agrees.
Like he has plans for us. Like this is the first date of many.
We pause the conversation while the server clears our appetizer plates to make room for our meals.
“Tell me about one of your fantasies,” he says when we’re alone again.
“In general, or specific to you?”
His eyes darken. “Ame-specific fantasy, please.”
I decide to keep my fanfic-inspired fantasies to myself—for now. I trace the rim of my wineglass. “I was never allowed to have boys in my room growing up.”
“Smart parents.” Flip nods his approval.
“But were they? Teenagers are resourceful, and I did get fingerbanged backstage after a recital,” I remind him.
Flip sucks his teeth, the look on his face sending another shot of heat skittering along my spine.
I run my finger down the stem of my wineglass. This is Flip Madden. He’s done it all, and I’m manifesting my dirty hopes and dreams. “Well, sometime in the future, before or after we’ve taken a ride on the Ferris wheel, I’d like to be fucked in my childhood bedroom. Preferably with the door open.”
He makes a low sound in the back of his throat. “While your parents are home.”
I shift in my seat as sweat breaks on the back of my neck. “Maybe they have to run to the store.”
