Page 63 of Body Shot

Beck sucks the lime briefly, his eyes on mine, then removes it and drops it. He leans over to kiss me again, this time long and slow... and in front of a bunch of people. I taste the spice of the tequila and the tang of the lime and Beck’s sexy taste. Then he draws the hem of my tank top down and helps me sit up. I grin and pump my fist.

I did it! I lived in the moment!

“Wow, baby.” Beck smiles into my eyes. “You did great.”

“I did!”

Cade helps me off the bar and that apparently ends the body shots for the evening.

I straighten my tank top and look down at myself, my skin still damp from Beck’s tongue. I swallow, wanting his tongue to lick me everywhere. I return to my seat, Beck following on the other side of the bar. Marco and Cade are busy with customers.

I pick up my Paloma and drain it, “I can’t believe I did that.”

“Nobody was harmed in the doing of the body shot,” Beck says with a smile. “And you have the sexiest stomach. Wanna lick you more. Everywhere. Come back to my place tonight so I can do that.”

“Will you be licking tequila off me?” I ask.

His eyes darken, “If you want.”

“What about if I want to lick tequila offyou?”

He sucks in air through his teeth, “I’m down with that.”

“Or up for that.”

His slow smile makes my blood heat, “Yeah. That too.”

I can’t wait for the night to end, but the bar is a fun place. Helena and Joe talk to me, surprisingly nice when they aren’t arguing with each other. When Beck can’t stay, Cade or Marco is there, sometimes both of them.

“Do you guys both parachute too?” I ask.

“Yeah, that’s a requirement.”

“Beck told me he was afraid of heights.”

They exchange glances. Uh-oh. Did I tell them something I shouldn’t have?

“He told you that?” Marco asks slowly.

“Yeah.” I hesitate. “He said it was hard to rock climb too, because of that, but he conquered that fear.”

Cade nods, “Yep. We all had to conquer a lot of fears.”

“I wouldn’t think Navy SEALs were afraid of anything.”

“Everyone’s afraid of something, belleza.” Marco smiles.

“Not me,” Cade says.

“Bullshit.” Marco grins and gives him a push. “Go back to your office, numbers boy. Go do what you’re good at and leave the bar to us.”

“Happy to,” Cade mutters, and disappears.

“Numbers boy?”

“He’s good with numbers. He’s the one who tells us if we’re making money.”

“Ah. And Beck is the charming bartender everyone likes to talk to. What’s your role?”

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