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“King,” I whisper with emotions clogging my throat, and a tear escapes.

He brushes it away.

“There’s not a place on earth I wouldn’t move for you, Star.”

CHAPTER – 33

Twinkle

“There’s another roof?” I exclaim in awe when we reach the top of the restaurant through a short flight of stairs.

Kingston huffs a laugh and says, “Yes. The fireworks will look amazing from up here.”

“I bet.”

Different styles of chaise lounge chairs and couches are placed all around for couples and families to sit together. Each with a set of blankets and candles lighting the tables to make them look inviting. The setting and the ambiance are so romantic and warm.

We choose a lush red leather one.

Well, I run toward it while Kingston follows after me dutifully. A pleased and amused smile curves his lips. He sits down first before pulling me against him with my back against his solid chest. His thick and corded arms envelop my upper body as he opens the folded blanket and lays it over my legs and up to my waist since the skirt of my dress rides up a little.

His lips dust over the shell of my ear, and he murmurs, “Comfy, darling?”

“Very.”

Kissing my neck, he intertwines our fingers and rests them over my belly. I lean my head against his pecs and sigh in pleasure. Burning sexual tension simmers between us as I become aware of all the places I’m touching him. The lust I have for him never wanes.

A few more people start to filter in until all the couches are full.

Meanwhile, my mind is on a dirty trip. I imagine Kingston pulling the blanket even higher and slipping his hand underneath. I picture him pushing it under my skirt to trace my damp panties and shoving it aside to play with my bare pussy. I’d grind and silently beg for him to thrust his fingers inside without a care of the people around us.

The fantasy turns darker and naughtier as I visualize him filling me up with his cock. Not fucking, just throbbing and using my hole to warm his length.

The filthy image is so hot that I squirm, and a minor gasp slips past my lips when I feel his thick erection.

Teeth clamp down on my collarbone in a rough bite before Kingston warns, “Don’t distract me, filthy vixen, or we’ll miss the show.”

I’m so turned on and wet that I almost say fuck it and beg him to take me somewhere, only to be saved by someone in the crowd yelling it’s five minutes before the countdown to the new year.

“Behave like a good girl, and I’ll reward you later.”

I tilt my face and kiss his throat. “Okay,Daddy.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” he groans, squeezing my waist.

My gaze is drawn to the sky when a flash of light bursts, lighting it up so brightly that it takes my breath away. A few seconds after it completely disappears, another cracker zooms into the air with a whoosh, erupting in a glittery pink color.

It’s like I’ve been transported back home in the midst of the Diwali festivities at Tina’s home with her family.

The loud booming noise wrenches me into the present and I shiver in Kingston’s arms, smiling wide. I’m so mesmerized by the star-studded and colorful sky as beautiful fireworks dominate it one after another in a wide array of patterns.

“This is so lovely, King,” I praise over the chatter surrounding us.

Everyone’s attention is riveted by the show. Kingston is staring at me when I glance up, and a rosy glow darkens my cheeks.

“It is,” he murmurs.

I become shy, sensing he’s not talking about the fireworks.

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