"Are we staying with my father?" Her voice is bright, but she's looking out the window, watching the various canals of the city whip past, so I can't judge her expression.
"I thought I would give you the option." Now I have her attention. She turns to face me with that rare lost and vulnerable look in her eyes that makes me want to roar at the driver to turn the car back around. She's usually so confident and stubborn, full of bravado. "I've rented a house in the Jordaan district. He can visit us there and stay overnight on a separate floor. Or we can stay one night with him." It's my turn to look out the window. "I need to be present at all times, Veda. That might not be reasonable, but I've given up on seeing reason when it comes to you."
She surprises me by lacing her fingers with mine on the seat. "I understand." Her smile is almost thoughtful as she climbs onto my lap, bringing our joined hands to her mouth and kissing my knuckles. "I'm sorry about earlier. I was just caught off guard." Her energy eases toward flirtatious, demure. "You can't expect me to think straight after the things you do to me."
Inside the leg of my dress pants, my cock swells to life. More so when she feels it rise against her pussy and bites that bottom lip. "What do I do to you?" I ask, sounding like a wolf in a pasture, except my eye is on one single sheep and it will remain that way forever. "Fair warning, angel. Don't answer that question unless you want to circle Amsterdam for the next hour while I punish you for looking like goddamn Sleeping Beauty for seven hours on our jet."
"Our jet?" Veda murmurs, releasing my hand in favor of sliding all ten of her fingers into my hair. "I'm not your wife."
She intends it as a light joke, but her humor fades when I sit forward, bringing our foreheads together. Grinding them together. "Not yet."
For long, heart-pounding moments, we simply breathe against one another's mouths. I didn't intend to reveal how determined I am to make Veda my wife-and I would complete that particular mission if she were still in high school, without shame-but I'm glad it's out in the open. That's right, angel. Look at me. I'm out of my fucking mind over you and that will never change.
"Let's stay at our place." Her swallow is audible. "The place you rented, I mean."
"Done." I give her a light kiss on the lips, trying not to be obvious that I'm relieved. "Tell me why."
Her fingernails rake my scalp lightly. "You work so hard. You should have your own space … with me. Your own vacation." Her blue eyes are intent on mine. "I don't want the whole weekend to be about me. My birthday present. I want us to spend time together, too. Can we?"
Does she really think she has to ask? "Veda, I wouldn't bring you across the Atlantic without a plan in place. One designed to remind you how special you are to me. You should know that by now."
"Tell me the plan," she breathes, scooting forward on my lap. "Are we going to smoke pot? I heard that's why people come here."
I start to say hell no, because I hate the idea of Veda anything other than clear headed, but she smirks to let me know she was joking, as if she's aware I'm unlikely to allow drug use of any kind. "After we drop off our bags and change, we're going to take a private boat tour of the canals. We won't see your father until tonight at dinner." I give her ass a light slap and decide to surprise her by disproving her obvious belief that I'm predictable. "If you're a good girl, I'll let you smoke a little pot during the boat ride."
Veda rears back with wide eyes. "No way." I feel her giggle all through my cock. "Oh, my God, my boyfriend is so cool."
"Don't forget it."
I can taste her enthusiasm in her kiss, her tongue finding mine and stroking it, flicking against it. Teasing, then delivering, teasing, then delivering. She pushes her cunt down on my hard-on and gives me the kind of lap dance that makes a man come in his pants. Of course it does, because Veda is the one delivering it, her thighs spread wide enough to do the splits. I slide my hands up beneath her skirt and urge her faster, growling when she grips the back of my seat and rides me, her face flushed, hips working like she's trying to get pregnant through my pants.
The car pulls to a stop, and the driver turns off the engine, rapping once on the partition to let me know we've arrived at our destination. Veda makes a pouty face and slows to a stop on my lap, falling forward to bury her face in my neck. "How long do we have before our boat ride?"