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I take on an even tone, and I say, "It's okay if you're shy, Jackson. I don't usually kiss in front of my friends and family either."
Zack shoots Laurel acan you believe thislook.
She shrugs with disinterest.
Rome lets out an above-it-all chuckle. "You two play this game often?"
"Do you offer this sort of attitude often?" Laurel asks.
"Only when I see someone I knew when I was in high school and they're pulling the same shit," Rome says.
Laurel's frown turns into a scowl. I've never seen the bubbly brunette this pissed. Usually, she's only mad if she's stained a new dress or lost a client (or seen a new ridiculous demand from her boss).
She shakes it off quickly and shoots me an apologetic shrug. "We don't have to play."
"No. I want to play. It's fun, right?" I try to copy her shrug, as if I also don't care about this silly game, as if I'm as aloof as anyone ever has been. "But if you want privacy, why don't we ask everyone to close their eyes."
"Kinky," Zack says. "I like it. I trust you to do the job, Daphne."
"Daphne is a woman with honor." Laurel nods in agreement. "And she gets the next pick. God knows what she'll dare you to do."
"She has to pick someone else. No dare-backs," Zack says.
"Pick me, D," Laurel says. "I'll dare him to do something truly horrifying."
"Stay quiet for two minutes?" Rome offers.
Her laugh is big and bright. Then, she catches herself and returns to a neutral expression. "Maybe three." Okay, not so neutral. She can't help but smile from Rome's attention.
Again, she catches herself, stops, and shakes her headhow could I laugh at his joke?
Tragically, she turns all that frustration to me. "Okay, get on his lap, then we'll close our eyes," she says.
Okay, sure. Why not? I'm an adult woman, a doctor, and I'm about to climb into a guy's lap on a dare.
No. That's not true. The dare is an excuse. I want to be there. I want to fuck him right in this limo.
Not so much with the crowd. Not this crowd, anyway. A room of strangers…
Maybe there's merit to my best friend's exhibitionist kink. The thought of Jackson watching as I strip in front of everyone, desperate to touch me, waiting and waiting until I allow it—
Ahem.
I force a casual smile, something betweenthis is no big dealandI might come from the friction of your thighsand I move across the limo, right onto Jackson's lap.
He looks up at me as I settle onto his thighs. He brings his lips to my ear to whisper, "Are you sure?"
"It's just a kiss," I say loud enough for everyone to hear. "It's not a big deal."
"Okay, freaks, eyes closed," Zack says. He looks to me and winksyou go, girland he makes a show of closing his eyes.
Jackson looks up at me.
I look down at him.
I let my lids flutter closed, and I bring my lips to his. A soft brush. A peck.
The hint of mint on his lips.
