Chapter 21

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"Now, you hook a duck." He grins and picks up a stick that has a wire hook on the end. He points to what can only be described as a fake pond in the middle of the stall with rubber duckies floating around it.

"So, that's it? I just use this stick and hook a duck on it."

"Well, yeah." He gives me a stupid look. "It's not as easy as it looks."

"Sure it's not." I snatch the stick from him.

Jason leans against the edge of the fake pond and folds his arms, watching me. "Go on then. Hook a duck, Sam."

I chuckle, shaking my head. I put my bag on the floor and set Squishy on top of it. Then, I hover my stick over the water.

I try to catch one of the little fuckers—I really do—but they're moving a lot quicker than I realized, and they're all bumping into each other, knocking the others away.

I nearly catch one, but another bumps into it and knocks the fucker away from my hook.

"Little bastard," I hiss.

Jason laughs. "You can't call a duck a bastard."

"It's not a real duck." I give him a look. "Aha! Got one!" I proudly lift my stick with the duck hanging on the end of it. "So, now what?"

"What do you mean, now what?"

"I mean, now what happens?"

"Nothing. That's it. Well, you win a prize, but considering that we broke in here, taking a prize would be stealing."

"Oh." I take the duck off the stick, stand the stick against the pond, and set the duck on the small ledge below. "Well, it just feels kind of...anticlimactic now." I lean against the pond next to him.

"Anticlimactic, huh? How about I make you feel climactic?"

I turn my face, meeting his gaze, and see the desire right there in his eyes. "Here?" I whisper.

"You wanted to. It's on your list."

"Yeah, but this is hardly outside. We're in a tent filled with a fake pond, rubber ducks, and cheap toys."

"Well." He gives me a sexy smile. Putting his hand on my thigh, he slides it upward, taking my dress with it.

"You're not a stranger. I said I wanted to do a stranger."

He leans his face down to mine. His breath is burning over my lips, and I'm suddenly in dire need of his kiss.

"So, pretend I'm a stranger."

I lift my eyes to his. "So...just pretend like I don't know you?"

"Mmhmm." He brushes his lips over mine, softly, teasingly. "You don't know me, and I don't know you. We're two strangers with insane chemistry."

I graze my lip with my teeth.

Next thing I know, he's in front of me, pulling me against his body and kissing me, hard.

I wind my fingers into his hair, gripping, as his tongue explores my mouth.

He steps forward, moving me back against the pond.

Jason chuckles and kisses my shoulder again. "We should make a move, get out of here." He sounds disappointed.

I'm disappointed, too. I could live with him inside me permanently—well, not permanently, but you know what I mean.

He gently pulls out of me, leaving me with that empty feeling I dislike so much. Then, he helps me up.

"Here, you forgot your buttons."Jason stands in front of me. He starts to button up my dress. Then, he cups my face and presses a soft kiss to my lips. "Perfect," he murmurs.

Yes, you are. So perfect that you make me wish things were different.

But they're not.

Jason picks up my bag and Squishy. He hangs my bag on my shoulder and hands me Squishy.

"We should go," he says.

I follow behind Jason. He lifts the tarpaulin and ducks his head out.

"Clear," he whispers, stepping out.

He holds the tarpaulin, letting me out.

Then, we're back out in the carnival, and it's almost like it never happened.

But it did.

"I can't believe we just did that." I grin up at Jason.

"Believe it, babe. And I got you this as a memento"—from his back pocket, he pulls out the rubber ducky that was sticking me in the ass and hands it to me—"so every time you look at it, you'll remember the time when you spent it with that hot English dude in a Hook a Duck tent."







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