“Joaquin,” I choked, breathless, ruined.He rose smoothly, tugging my dress back into place as if nothing had happened. His eyes, though—dark, molten—betrayed everything.By the time the ride ended, my legs were weak, my hair mussed, my cheeks flushed beyond hiding. I wobbled, and before I could fall, Joaquin bent and scooped me effortlessly into his arms.Gasps and murmurs rippled from the line of people waiting. “How romantic!” someone squealed. “Like a movie!”I buried my face in his shoulder, mortified. If only they knew what he did to me back there… would they still find it romantic…Or hot?But his grip was steady, protective, proud.At the edge of the crowd, he leaned close, his lips brushing my ear. “Do you want more?”My answer was a broken whisper, raw and unguarded. “Please.”We stopped for a while. He helped me wear my heels. The night air was warm, heavy with the scent of asphalt and faint exhaust. My heels clicked against the concrete as we crossed the parking lot, Joaqu
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