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“Okay, sure.”

I waved to one of the models, and she brought me a basket. “C’mon, we gotta stand up.”

“Okay.”

Emma rose. I got up, too, standing near the couch with her.

I knew the drill by now. It was the same every night. I grabbed a lemon and held it out to her.

“What do I—”

“Just listen. He’ll tell you what to do.”

She nodded, holding the lemon nervously with both hands.

The host spoke again. “All right! One of you grab the lemon out of the basket, folks, the lemon. And you’re gonna hold it under your chin. No hands, that’s cheating! Stand about five steps back from your partner with the lemon under your chin, all right?”

I watched Emma nervously tuck the lemon under her chin, tilting her head down to hold it in place. Her brows furrowed in concentration.

“Okay! And now you’re gonna walk toward your partner and hand off the lemon, get it under their chin. Remember, no hands! That’s for later.” He laughed.

The jokes were always the same.

But I’d never actually played before, so I had to admit, I was excited.

This stupid game would put me closer to Emma, and that was good.

She looked at me, one eyebrow raised. I couldn’t help but laugh a little, shrugging.

“That’s how it goes.”

“Okay.” She shrugged and, once the host counted to three, started toward me.

Her steps were small, a little unsteady. She wasn’t even buzzed yet, so she didn’t have to work against the alcohol.

As she approached, I crouched a little, tilting sideways with my head back.

Her chest pressed against mine first. I could feel her warmth, and the firmness of her tits.

Getting through these games was going to be a lot harder than I’d imagined.

I tilted toward her. We were pressed close together, almost close enough to kiss.

She shoved the lemon against my throat. I bent my head to take it and caught a whiff of her scent—coconut sunscreen, jasmine, gardenia.

My cock twitched in approval.

I shifted a little, adjusting my hold on the lemon. “I got it!”

“Okay!” She let go, backing away a step.

I held the lemon in place, grinning. After a moment, I grabbed it in my hands and dropped it back into the basket.

The orange was next.

“All right, all right, all right! Everybody grab the orange and get real close to one another!”

Emma blinked at me, eyebrows raised.

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