“The best day,” she sighs as she leans into me and runs her nails up and down my thigh.

I catch her hand to stop her exploration—she knows what she fucking does to me. My body’s craving her too much right now to deal with her teasing. We’ve only got an hour until showtime, and I’ll be damned if we miss the show and she gets anything less than the perfect New York City weekend.

I interlace our fingers and peer out the window to distract myself.

“We’re almost to the Brooklyn Bridge,” I murmur, directing her attention to the window.

She shifts into my lap so she can see, then rolls down the window for a better view.

She sticks her head out the window and screams as the wind sweeps her hair all over her face. I tighten my hold on her waist on instinct, gripping her against my body until she’s fully back inside the vehicle.

“That’s incredible,” she exclaims, her eyes bright as she wiggles in my lap. “How well do you know this driver?” she purrs, running a hand through my hair in a way I know is intended to pull me under her spell.

The move is unnecessary. I’m completely enchanted by this girl.

“I’ve known Glenn my whole life. He drove us home from the hospital when we were born, in fact.” I can’t resist kissing up and down her throat as she melts into me.

“So we trust him?” she asks, tilting her head back and giving me better access as her fingertips trace along my neck. The vehicle slows, and I look out again to see we’ve just barely made it onto the bridge. Hopefully, there isn’t too much traffic between here and Times Square.

“I trust Glenn completely,” I proclaim, instantly missing her touch when she slides off my lap and makes her way toward the middle of the cab.

The Escalade has come to a full stop, so I don’t think much of Maddie not being buckled. That is, until she shifts to stand, hits the sunroof button, and straddles the two captain’s seats so half her body sticks up out of the vehicle.

“Dammit, Maddie,” I grunt, but my scolding lacks fire as I unbuckle and move forward to brace her. I wrap one arm around her bare legs, then reach over with the other hand to hit the intercom as she giggles and twists in my grasp.

“What seems to be the holdup, Glenn?” I grit out as I try not to react to her silky smooth legs just inches from my face. I have half a mind to yank her back into the car and smack her ass for this stunt.

“I love you, New York!!” she screams, prompting our driver to chuckle before he replies.