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kissing her. Jodie vaguely heard Lauren squeal in delight, clicking
away, but it was far, far away. Everything was far away—the sound of
coins dropping into slot machines, the flash of the lights—except the man
holding her in his arms, mouth pressed to hers.
    It
was a very sweet, chaste thing, his kiss. Something a brother might give a
sister. His hands were at her waist, nowhere inappropriate at all—if a
perfect stranger kissing you in the middle of a casino could be, in any way,
said to be appropriate. So the poor man couldn’t have been blamed for what
happened in the very next moment.
    One
minute, she was standing there, shocked, letting a strange man kiss her while Lauren
snapped pictures. The next minute, her brain lit up, neurotransmitters being
re-routed in entirely new, exciting ways she’d never experienced before. She
didn’t understand it, couldn’t comprehend what was happening—she just
reacted.
    Jodie
moaned softly against his mouth, arms going around his neck. His lips were so soft ,
so different. It had been ten years since she’d kissed another man. Her
body melted against his, mouth opening in a gasp. He started to pull back, clearly
surprised by her reaction, and she was too. But not enough to stop. Her tongue
touched his and she shivered—no need to check the front of her dress now,
she knew her nipples were rock hard. She could taste his martini, even the
olive, their mouths opening wider as the kiss deepened.
    The
hands at her waist fell to her hips, then moved slowly downward as Jodie
stretched up on her toes—even in heels, she was tiny next to him—to
press her body more fully to his. Her hands moved in his hair and it curled around
her fingers, the scent of him making her feel so weak she thought she might
pass out, and might have, if he hadn’t been holding her.
    It
wasn’t anything chaste anymore, and it wasn’t just her kissing him like a
desperate, drowning woman—now he was kissing her too, hands moving over
the shimmering fabric of her dress, hands clutching her ass as he pulled her
against him so hard, his long, lean lankiness almost hurt. She should have been
shocked, appalled, horrified. Instead, she was instantly wet.
    Aching,
throbbing, sopping wet.
    And
she wasn’t the only one turned on. Mr. Martini was wearing a suit and couldn’t
hide the heat of his cock pressed against her, their bodies perfectly fitted
together, the world completely gone in that one moment, that one kiss.
    It
was the sound of her phone in Lauren’s hand that startled Jodie, forcing her to
break their connection. She remembered—where she was, who she was, who
this man holding her was. Or wasn’t. She opened her eyes, feeling how flushed
she was, cheeks burning. His color was high too, his eyes darker with a sort of
hunger she recognized. It both excited and scared her.
    “Excuse
me. I have to get that.” Jodie grabbed her phone out of Lauren’s hand—the
woman stared at them, mouth dropped open, and she couldn’t blame her. She
couldn’t think of anything else to do but run away, so that’s exactly what she
did. She ignored Lauren’s shock and Mr. Martini’s—well,
everything—and bolted.
    She
avoided the bathroom, afraid Lauren would look for her there. Instead, she found
an out of the way corner, sliding into a chair in front of a slot machine,
trying to calm herself. Her hands were still shaking as she looked at her
phone, ignoring the text from Jason and clicking through to her photos.
    And
there they were, she and Mr. Martini, lip-locked, making out for everyone to
see. Lauren had snapped half a dozen photos—including one with his hands
on Jodie’s ass. She blushed just remembering it, her fingertips going to her
lips. They burned too. Her whole body was on fire.
    “Send
it to him.”
    Jodie
looked up, gasping, and found Mr. Martini leaning against the slot machine,
looking down at her.
    “Maybe
he’ll realize what he fool he is.”
    “Excuse
me.” She stood, putting