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trip to the fish market, and it was getting to the point that I was a regular. All the fishmongers knew me, and Trevor was convinced that Donnie had bribed me to hang out with him. If those guys teasing Donnie only knew that these weekly trips were my escape from my ridiculous, over-extended life.
    “I’m beat,” Donnie said, sitting down on the back seat of the van. “I don’t know if I want breakfast, or a nap.”
    “Breakfast is the best part of our dates,” I said, sitting beside him. “You know I only come along so you’ll feed me.”
    Donnie grabbed my hand and squeezed. “I should be cooking you breakfast, not taking you to some dive,” he said. “What do you like? Eggs? You always get that omelet.”
    “Eggs are good,” I said. “Would you have time to cook? With your fish friends and all?”
    “You know, I can take you places where no fish is involved,” Donnie said.
    How I’d love to see Donnie someplace far away from the ocean’s inhabitants. “Are you working tomorrow?”
    “Asking me on a date?” Donnie countered. “C’mon, babe, you know I’m old fashioned. I should be asking you, like how I ask you to come here.”
    “Same place three dates in a row? You can do better than that,” I replied. “Anyway, I’m walking tomorrow, and I thought you’d like to come.”
    “Walking? Like around the park?”
    “Like on a runway.” I turned sideways on the seat and faced him. “The show is for a friend of mine, Kendra Saunders. She’s a new designer, but she got some British rock star to finance a show.”
    “Finance?” Donnie repeated. “I did not know that rock stars were like banks.”
    “They’re not, but unless you already have a pretty big name, it’s hard to get backing for a full show. Kendra and this guy hit it off, and he agreed to sponsor her.”
    Donnie nodded, his brows drawn low. “This Kendra, she your friend?”
    “Has been for years.”
    “Then I’m sure she’s great,” he said. “As it happens, this is my weekend off. What time is this walking?”
    “You’ll go?”
    “Of course,” he replied. I squealed, threw my arms around him and kissed his neck. Donnie didn’t waste any time moving those kisses to his mouth.
    “Thank you,” I said when we parted. “I really didn’t think you’d say yes.”
    “Why wouldn’t I? Not like me to miss out on a chance to see my girl.”
    I looked up through my lashes. “I’m back to being your girl, am I? I was just getting used to girlfriend.”
    “Come here, you,” he said, then he grabbed my waist and dragged me on top of him, my knees on either side of his hips. Since I was wearing leggings and he was wearing sweats, that position got real interesting real fast. I ground my hips against his as I kissed him, his hands moving up my neck and loosening my bun.
    “Your hair’s so soft,” he murmured, raking his fingers through it. “Like silk.”
    “Only takes shampoo, conditioner, and ten thousand other steps.” I smirked, burying my fingers in the thick hair above the nape of his neck.
    “Your hair this soft everywhere?” he asked, his big brown eyes at half-mast.
    “Find out,” I said, rocking back and forth against him. Donnie slid his hand over my butt and squeezed.
    “No panties?” he asked, slipping one hand under my leggings while the other traveled under my sweater and up my side. “No bra, either?”
    I shrugged. “I need to be comfortable while I’m hauling fish.”
    Donnie’s fingers traced the underside of my breast. “Who leaves home without underwear?”
    I laughed, then I took matters into my own hands. Literally. “I bet a good boy like you would never do that,” I said, slipping my hand underneath his waistband. “Boxers?”
    “Yeah.” Donnie let me free his cock, then he set one hand on the small of my back while his hand pushed my sweater up and over my breasts. His mouth closed over my breast, all while he positioned me so I was pressed flush against his cock.
    “What