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backs and sat down beside her.
    “These two girls at the concession stand. They were jealous of me.”
    “Why?” he asked as he put his arm around her shoulders. A burst of pink flooded her cheeks, and he couldn’t help but smile. She was adorable when she blushed.
    “They thought you were hot.”
    “And clearly I’m not, so they must have been drunk.” Chris laughed out loud as her cheeks went from pink to scarlet as she realized how that had sounded.
    “No,” she protested. “It’s just, you know, they were teenagers, and normally if you’re over twenty-five, you’re like, invisible to them. You’re just some old, irrelevant person they have no use for. Except they talked to me like I was one of them.”
    He listened as she explained what had happened after he’d snuck off for a solo quickie, enjoying the look of delight on her face as she recounted their conversation.
    “Well, why wouldn’t they?” he asked. “They just saw you the way I did, as a beautiful young girl.” He didn’t bother to add that the girls saw him take away her license and tell her she was too young to drink. It had been a calculated move to attract their attention, and it had worked brilliantly. The joy she took in just being noticed made his throat constrict, and he leaned over to kiss her softly on the forehead. “They see a beautiful, sexy, sassy young girl. Numbers are just something for the DMV. What they saw was what you really feel, reflected back at them.”
    Blushing, she smiled at him with shining eyes. As the lights began to dim and the crowd came to its feet, he found he couldn’t resist any longer. Standing up, he pulled her from her seat into a crushing embrace, his lips bearing hard against her soft ones with an intensity and power that shocked him. Within his arms, her body yielded limply at first, then pressed even harder against him. He felt her small hands plunge into his hair, grasping hungrily as her lips parted and allowed his tongue entrance. He reveled in the taste of her, hot and slightly minty, and when her tongue darted inside to claim his mouth for her own, the noisy crowd around them fell away. For a moment it was just the two of them, locked in a heated embrace as the heavy bass shuddered and thudded through every inch of their bodies.
    With a reluctant groan, he yanked his mouth away from hers and gasped for air, but before he could step back, her mouth fell to his neck, then the hollow of his throat, her tongue lightly tasting him every step of the way. For a wild moment he considered falling to his knees and burying his face under her skirt. The thought of slipping his tongue between her supple thighs and inhaling her musky juices destroyed the last shreds of his self-control, but before he could follow through, she broke free and pulled away.
    Blinking and slightly disoriented, he stared as Abby climbed onto her seat and began singing along with the band and a few thousand other concert goers. For a moment he thought he caught her secret scent, warm and damp, but he couldn’t be sure amid the combined odors of beer, weed, and perspiration.
    He’d had more than his share of women, but none of them had ever affected him as strongly as Abby. Mr. Greene had warned him that Abby liked to push buttons, but he doubted this was what the stodgy old bastard had meant. Just one look from those big blue eyes and his dick was ready to throw caution to the wind. I’m supposed to be the one in control here . He swore silently. So why am I the one sneaking off to the bathroom to jerk off?
    The noise of the concert was making thinking impossible, but before he surrendered himself to the music, he vowed this would be the last time Abby Willis would make him lose control with only a kiss.

Chapter Six
     
     
    Afterwards, they had to fight their way through the screaming, cheering, utterly drunk mob just to get out of the building, and if it hadn’t been for Chris’ vise-like grip on her hand, Abby would have