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“Seriously?” Kaleb asks, looking so excited it makes me love him more.
“Yes, I’ll take Asher home,” Brett offers.
I lean up on my toes and kiss my brother’s cheek. “You’re one of the best big brothers a girl could ask for.”
Brett smiles. “Yeah, get out of here, you two.”
We head out to Kaleb’s car. The nights are chillier now and I slip on a light sweater over the short sleeve sundress I’m wearing.
We drive through traffic. “Where are we going?” I ask Kaleb.
“You’ll see,” he says with a gleam in his dark eyes and a sly smirk on his lips.
“Was this planned?” I ask Kaleb.
“I may have asked your brother if he could babysit.” He shrugs.
“That was very thoughtful of you. I’m sorry we don’t get more time on our own,” I say, rubbing my hand up and down his strong thigh.
“I love spending time with you and Asher. Don’t ever apologize for that,” he says. “If you keep rubbing my thigh like that, we may not end up leaving the car.” He gives me a side glance.
I press my thighs together.
Kaleb hisses, “You know what you do to me when you do things like that?”
“Like what?” I ask clueless.
“Press those sweet thighs of yours together. It shows me just how much you react to me,” he says with a raspy voice and then he adjusts his crotch.
“This is why we don’t go out because we don’t make it past the bedroom.” I laugh.
“We are making it to our destination,” he assures.
We arrive at the Empire State Building. “I’ve never been here before,” I say to Kaleb.
“It’s a first for me too,” he replies. “You seem to be taking all my firsts.”
I laugh.
“And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” I say.
“You’re kind, beautiful, did I mention that smoking hot body of yours?” he replies as we pull into a parking garage. There issecurity that checks the car and then we are given the go ahead to proceed.
“My body may not always look like this,” I remind him.
“I didn’t mean it that way, Maddie. It’s you and your kind heart, the feeling I get when you’re near me,” he says, and he pulls into a spot.
I lean over and palm his face as I direct him to look at me, then I kiss him.
“We so aren’t getting up there,” he mumbles as my hand runs up his thigh.
He dips his hand between my thighs and presses his fingers between my folds. “You’re soaked,” he hisses. “There are cameras down here, Maddie. We have to be discreet,” he says like it’s an apology. He pulls his fingers out of me, licks them, and groans, “So damn sweet.”
“You aren’t helping my situation,” I complain.
“I promise I’ll take care of you later.” He winks, and he leans into the back seat and takes my fall coat and his. How did I not realize they were there before?