Page 64 of The Hookup Situation
Orgasm in a corn maze
Shower orgasm (not self-induced)
“Jules,”I breathe, “this is …”
“Too much?”
She reaches for the notebook, but I hold it away.
“Perfect. You’re perfect.” I keep reading. “Craig wouldn’t do these?”
“Craig was a little bitch,” she says.
“Clearly,” I tell her, setting the notebook down to meet her eyes. “I’ll help you.”
“Really?” She laughs, but the mood turns serious. “We’re doing this? Exclusive friends with benefits?”
“That’s up to you,” I tell her. “I’m all in.”
“I am too,” she says, taking another shot of tequila. “Will you stay with me tonight?”
“Yes, I fucking will.”
“Great.” She grabs the notebook again, scanning her list. “If we’re doing this, let’s start small.”
I look over her shoulder, reading over it again.
“Body shots.” She taps on it. “It’s the tamest thing on here, andwe already have tequila.”
My mouth goes dry. “You want to do body shots? Now?”
“Unless you’re scared.”
She’s challenging me, and I love it. That sparkle in her eyes drives me crazy.
“Do you have salt and limes?” I ask.
“Absolutely do.”
She grabs the saltshaker and slices a lime into wedges. The way she looks at me, like I’m everything she’s ever wanted, makes my pulse race.
“So …” she says, suddenly looking uncertain. “I’ve never actually done body shots. It’s on my list because it seems fun. Also, I made this list when I was twenty-one.”
“And you’ve never done them?” I’m surprised.
“I wasn’t a party girl. I was too busy managing a coffee shop, and I have hobbies.” She rolls her eyes. “Teach me.”
I move closer. “Three steps. First, you lick where you want the salt. It’s usually somewhere sensitive, like the neck or wrist. Then you sprinkle salt there, take the shot, and finish with the lime.” I pause. “The person can hold the lime in their mouth.”
Her pupils dilate as I place the lime between her lips.
“Tilt your head for me, Jules.”
She does, exposing the long line of her throat. I lean in slowly, giving her time to change her mind. When she doesn’t, I slowly drag my tongue along her pulse, feeling her whole body shiver. I taste the sweetness of her skin.
“Nick,” she gasps.
I sprinkle salt where my tongue was, then grab the shot glass.
