Page 90 of Feel Free to Scream

I sigh, frustrated. We’ve barely left the side street!

“But we don’t want to be late for the movies.”

“True.” He takes a step forward and crouches down, patting his shoulder. “Hop on.”

I blink. “On your back?”

He rolls his eyes. “What, you’ve never had a piggyback ride?”

I…don’t think I have, actually.

But trusting him, I tentatively lower myself to his strong back, thrusting my legs through his arms.

“Hold on tight,” he warns me.

I grip him around the shoulders, and he stands, walking the rest of the way as though my weight is of no consequence whatsoever.

We must look so funny, and there are plenty of people staring, with amused smiles.

Meanwhile, I am tomato red, feeling my pussy right against the back of his jacket. Damn those crotchless panties.

Thankfully, the ride doesn’t last too long.

* * *

They weren’t kidding about the food. It’s freaking fantastic. I devour everything in sight with gusto. Everyone lets me try their picks, even Markus. In exchange for some of his ribeye with peppercorn sauce—the second option I considered—I have to share a bit of duck.

“It’s as good as Claudio’s!” I muse.

“The greatest praise,” says Keller, chuckling. “Yet somehow unsurprising. Claudio owns this place—he set up the menu.”

That makes a hell of a lot of sense.

We have just enough time for dessert, so we order that too, although I’m so full I’m not sure where I’ll put it.

“This chocolate fondant…I’m ashamed I ever thought I could bake a chocolate cake.”

“Your cake is amazing,” Keller assures me, his hand moving to my knee, squeezing it.

He means it as a show of support, but all of a sudden, I want him to know what I’m wearing.

Taking the hand, I slide it up and up and up, and smirk as those fingers meet bare flesh.

The look in his eyes, god.

Thoroughly delighted, I swat his arm away.

Take that for the multiple orgasm denials, jerk!

Keller grins, bringing his mouth close to my ears. “I can make all your dreams come true. Nightmares included if you continue testing my patience, little ghost.”

The threat makes me flutter. There’s no other word for it. “My dream was to come earlier. Didn’t get that, did I?”

I don’t bother lowering my voice as much as he did, and Markus laughs. “Wait, he can’t make his woman come?”

Keller glares. “Won’t. There’s a difference. And if she doesn’t behave, Iwon’tfor the rest of the night.”

I stop smirking.

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