Page 49 of Hot Shot

“Engaged in coitus?” I fall against the bar laughing. “Oh my God.”

“Yeah. You prefer a different term? Make whoopee?”

I laugh harder and wave a hand. “No. Please no.”

“Schtupp? Shag? Bury the bone?”

I set a hand to my hurting abs. “God no!”

“Take old one-eye to the optometrist?”

I can’t stop laughing now, tears sliding from the corners of my eyes.

Marco grins too, that magical expression that makes my girl parts quiver. “Okay, let’s play it safe with ‘what’s the weirdest place you’ve gotten lucky?’ How’s that?”

I nod, swiping at my eyes. “I’m good with that.”

“Worst habit?”

I nod. “That should be good.”

“Okay, we’re set. I’ll print these out. You’ll get Hayden’s answers, I’ll get Beck’s. Then who will ask the questions at the party?”

“I guess we both should.”

“Okay. When?”

“I’d say early . . . before we eat. Get people loosened up.”

“Sure. Are we set?”

“I think so.” I reach for my purse and pull out my wallet to pay for dinner.

“Fuck no.” Marco waves a hand. “Put that away. Dinner’s on me.”

I lower my chin. “Julia’s supposed to be repaying a debt. You don’t need to feed me. Speaking of money, though . . . I want to pay for half the food at the party.”

Marco’s jaw drops. “Again, I say, no. Cade and I are paying for the food and drinks. You bought the decorations.”

“That’s not even close to fair.”

“Don’t worry about it. This was my idea, remember? I’m just grateful for a little help with it.”

I sigh and tuck away my wallet. “Okay, fine. I’ll be back to pick up Julia a little before eight.” I slide off my stool.

“She’s safe here, you know.” Marco’s tone is low but intense.

I meet his eyes and sparks sizzle through my veins. I’ve seen Marco, as well as Cade and Beck, escort out customers who’ve had too much to drink or gotten obnoxious, and one memorable time Marco physically ejected a guy who grabbed a female server’s ass. “I know.”

His eyes crinkle up at the corners. “Good.”

An answering smile tugs at my lips and a pulse thrums between my legs.Danger, danger. I stiffen my spine and turn to leave.

“Carrie.”

“Yeah?” I pause and turn.

“My favorite part of your body . . . is all of it.”

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