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badly.
    I nodded.
    A sly grin split his lips and he murmured, “Can I do something? It will loosen you up. Make you enjoy the evening better.” He inched closer. “I hoped you’d show tonight. I would’ve regretted not getting to know you better.”
    I recoiled. If he was talking about drugs, no way would I ruin the horny glow I basked in. I wanted to remember everything. If I was allowed, I’d of brought a camera and video to document what would happen. I never wanted to forget tonight. I was letting go. Not just letting go, but bungee jumping into a pit of sex and lust. God, that sounded good.
    He could do anything to me if he wanted, within reason. Hang on—was this legitimate?
    He nodded, reading my hesitation somehow. “Tassels of Tantalization is a licensed business. I can give you our credentials, if you need them?”
    I bit my lip but stopped the moment his amethyst eyes gazed intensely at my mouth. “No, it’s okay. I guess I trust you.”
    He dropped his head to peer at me through his messy brown hair. “I’m glad. I’m happy you can trust me. ‘Cause if you trust me, I can do things to you that no one else has.”
    I swallowed my heart before it could splatter against the pavement. “What do you want to do to me?”
    He stepped closer so our chests pressed together, sending whizzes of awareness from my nipples to my knickers.
    “This.”
    I had time to suck in a shallow breath as his dry, warm lips pressed against mine. Holy shit, I was kissing a stranger.
    And it was good.
    I couldn’t relax as his hand captured the back of my neck, pulling me closer as his other arm wrapped around my waist. He wasn’t shy about pressing me against his considerable hardness.
    His lips turned fierce and didn’t wait for an invitation to invade. His tongue—sweet and minty—slipped into my mouth.
    I’d never been kissed so possessively. He made me accept him, regardless if I wanted to or not.
    A small frisson of panic tried to damper my lust. The way he held me made me want to struggle and surrender at the same time.
    His arms banded tighter, crushing me against him. His mouth opened further, and I gasped as he kissed me violently. I writhed in his arms. Every part of me awake, horny, and utterly under his spell.
    He was a complete stranger; he might be a serial killer for all I knew. But in that moment, I couldn’t care.
    I threw myself into the kiss. Matching his pace, massaging his tongue with mine. His minty, dark taste excited me, and I hugged him back.
    His tongue lapped my bottom lip as a growl rumbled in his chest.
    Warmth spread through my stomach, down my inner thighs, and scorched between my legs.
    I was nothing but heat. Delicious, branding heat.
    It was red hot and undeniable, and waterfalled through me.
    Mr. Worker-Man thrust against my hips as he sucked my tongue.
    I let go, and revelled in the passion exploding inside.
    There was no turning back.
    I’d made my decision the moment the flyer stuck to my windshield.
    I was going to the circus, and I would live out my fantasy.
     

 
     

     
     
    I couldn’t catch enough oxygen as the man from Circotica guided me across the road. The woman in her sparkly, green leotard smiled. “Welcome. Do you have your medical results?”
    I nodded and tried to be nonchalant as I pulled out the piece of paper detailing my every condition to a stranger in her spandex uniform. What was I doing? Not that it was embarrassing—I had nothing gruesome or contagious—but it was still an invasion of privacy in my mind.
    The man who’d kissed me so thoroughly whispered in my ear. “It’s protection for our patrons. If you don’t want to use precautions, at least you know everyone is cleared of STD’s.” He trailed fingertips down my spine, sending oversensitive nerve endings into hyper drive. “Are you on the pill?”
    My head swivelled in shock, eyes narrowed. Would I get used to how blasé everything about sex was with this troop? Sucking courage to talk so