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there was an
undeniable sweetness in the bad girl image she’d projected in her seductive
scarlet dress.
    He’d not noticed before. Avery Grant had a mouth made for
fucking. Refusing to let himself imagine what it’d feel like to watch his cock
disappear between those full red lips, he snatched up the bottle of tequila and
filled their glasses.
    It was going to be a long night.
    Might as well get shitfaced drunk and wake up dreading the
idea of facing sunlight rather than cave and tear that dress off Avery, take
her down to the floor and sink into her scorching-hot, soaking-wet pussy.
    “Glad you got out of a bad relationship, Avery,” he said
once they finished off another round. Thankfully, he was in great shape and a
couple of shots wouldn’t level him.
    “Me too, Hazard, me too.”
    “It wouldn’t be right to see a pretty woman like you get
hurt or broken by a guy like Timothy. He’d never love you right.”
    “How do you think I should be loved?” Avery’s boldness had
to be a result of the tequila.
    Hazard told himself his answer came from the bottle. “Often,
madly, deeply, in the shower, in bed, the floor, against the wall, in every
conceivable position known in the Kama Sutra and some we’d invent ourselves.”
    Avery’s eyes widened like sapphires in a doll’s face. At one
time, he’d mistakenly thought this woman was as emotionless and stiff as a
porcelain doll. He’d been wrong.
    He still didn’t know her well. But he sure as hell wanted to
know every inch of her delectable body.
    “I’d like that, you know?” she said in a whisper that no one
else needed to hear.
    “Like what, baby?”
    “To fuck, like you described. I’ve never known that kind of
sex. I’m thinking one night with you would spoil me for men for a year.”
    A year, one fucking year…that’s all he was good for? “Make
no mistake, Avery. If I fucked you, it wouldn’t be for a night and you’d never
forget me.”
    “My hotel is across the street from here. Come back with me
and make me forget every man but you,” she dared in a voice that
suddenly turned sultry.
    Hazard’s fingers trembled as he splashed tequila into their
shot glasses. Ignoring the dare that might taunt him for the next millennium,
he let go of his glass long enough to grab Avery’s free hand, bring it to him
and wet her skin with his tongue before sprinkling salt on top, then leaning in
to suck it off.
    Despite her granular salt-laden skin, she tasted like
ambrosia. But Avery didn’t sit there waiting to participate. She copied his
actions by taking his hand.
    And what do you know? Her soft full lips tickled his skin
briefly, her tongue dampening the spot she’d salt.
    Caught up in her eyes, he let the moment play out to its
conclusion. When they had their fill of salt, they let each other go long
enough to pick up their glasses and drink in perfect unison.
    “Never let me make margaritas with anything less than Patrón
from now on,” Avery said playfully.
    “Good call on that.”
    “Are you a tequila expert?”
    “I’m an expert in a lot of things, tequila among them. But
I’m also a connoisseur of fine wines, scotch and rarely pass up a cold beer
unless it’s football season.”
    “It’s still football season.” Avery played with her empty
glass, keeping her eyes on him. “Congratulations are in order. I mean, the
Griffins made the playoffs! I watched your last game and was on my feet
cheering for you.”
    “Thanks. We’d gotten there last year but got knocked out in
the first round. This year we’re first in our division.”
    “Shouldn’t you be with the team? I’d think practices are
essential.”
    “Our playoff game doesn’t happen for two weeks. Coach gave
us a week to rest up before practice resumes.”
    “Does that mean you have seven days in Dare?”
    “Six, I flew in yesterday and met up with Jax and the house
band to prepare for my set tonight.”
    “Jaxon is more than a bartender?”
    “He’s part owner of