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I close the negligible distance between us, so that our chests are touching.

She’s so fucking soft.

I take her lips between mine, sucking on her plump bottom lip, and she opens for me.

Our tongues tangle, sliding against each other over and over, and I’m instantly addicted.

She tastes like mint, tequila and sin and I deepen the kiss.

I don’t give two shits that she’s trying to send a message to her ex. I’m not under any illusion that this is anything more than making out at a party. I’ve done it countless times with girls I never talked to again after having some fun.

The difference between those girls and Zara is that I’m intrigued by her and I hope to see her again after we give her a ride home tomorrow.

“Hmm,” she murmurs against my mouth. “You kiss even better than you dance.”

I chuckle, nipping at her bottom lip. “I could say exactly the same thing about you.”

We kiss again, still dancing to the pop music that’s blaring from a boombox.

The kiss is deep and daring, and I know she’s as affected by it as I am by the way she’s fisting the back of my t-shirt.

Chance presses against her, smashing her body further against mine, and she lets out a little moan that goes straight to my cock.

I’m one hundred percent sure she can feel how hard she’s making me with just one kiss.

“Our audience looks really unimpressed with the show,” Chance says, his mouth extremely close to the shell of her ear.

We turn around again while dancing and I can’t see Fox. My eyes instead land on Atlas and Heather, who are dancing together not far from us.

I also notice Ares watching us. His arms are crossed over his chest, his jaw tight and ticking in sync with the music.

I wonder if he noticed the way Fox is watching us.

“You two look smoking hot.” Chance’s lips glide from Zara’s ear all the way down the length of her neck.

She leans back, resting her head on Chance’s shoulder.

The movement causes her tight, hard nipples to brush against my chest.

I’m so fucking hard, I can’t think straight. The sight of the way Chance kisses her does nothing to help me remember that we’re on a public beach, at a crowded party.

We offered Zara our room, but if we walked her back to the hotel, would she invite me inside? Would she invite us inside?

Possessiveness makes me tighten my hold on her waist as I watch my best friend devour her mouth. Even if she invited us to her room, would I be ok sharing her with Chance? How would that even work?

I guess I’ll never know the answer to that question, because the situation escalates just as I pull Zara away from Chance and slant my mouth to hers.

Things happen so fast that I can barely make sense of them.

“Fuck, I guess our audience has had enough of our little show,” Chance whispers, with his mouth at the base of Zara’s neck.

That causes her to break the kiss and the flash of fear in her eyes makes me turn to look over my shoulder.

Calvin Fox rises to his feet without any regard for the girl sitting in his lap.

“Hey!” she wails, landing on the sand in a shocked heap.

Fox’s eyes are fixed on us when he throws the half-full bottle of bourbon into the fire.

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