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Alex inhaled sharply, his eyes darkening.

“To do the shot, I mean.” Jessica grabbed a slice of lime from the bowl atop the bar and placed it on her collarbone. Unsure of what to do with the salt and shot glass, she held the shaker in one hand and the tequila in the other. Then she waited, squirming atop the wooden surface, trembling with a combination of anticipation and fear. She’d just manipulated Alex into doing a body shot off her in the middle of a crowded bar. If this didn’t make her a wild, saucy woman, she didn’t know what would.

Jessica almost felt proud of herself for making it this far, until Alex stepped closer and licked the side of her neck, his tongue—moist and hot—lingering lazily on her skin.

The room began to spin around her, and she shivered, arching toward him.

“You’re sure this is what you want?” Alex’s voice was low, rough, his breath hot.

Jessica swallowed hard, suddenly caught in a wave of panic. What was she doing? But then Alex’s tongue pressed against her pulse point, and all reason and logic were swept away.

“Yes, Alex,” Jessica said with a gasp. “I’m definitely sure.”