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Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

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blowing her hair into her face as she caps the bottle again.

I nod at the shells. “Again.”

She gives me a look that tells me she knows what I’m doing, and she

likes it.

Swallowing another oyster, she chases it with a shot, her eyes closing and

a light sheen gathering at that little dip in her collarbone.

My thighs warm, watching her mouth move and swallows go down her

throat. Everything is warm.

“These are good,” she says, seasoning the rest of the oysters for us.

“Almost like we shouldn’t tear this place down to build a golf course.”

I give her a knowing look. “No, we shouldn’t.”

Mariette’s and Sanoa Bay are Florida, and I’d rather have this particular

Floridian in front of me here than a sea of tourists making my father richer.

We eat, and I take a couple of shots, hiding the bottle when the server

comes by. My stomach growls, realizing I haven’t eaten today besides the

oysters, and I kind of want to order a meal, but she’s too far away, and I don’t

know if I want to stay here longer.

“I hate this table between us,” I grumble under my breath.

She suddenly stands up, moves her chair next to mine, and sits down, her

arm around the back of my chair, and her beautiful leg draped over my lap.

My hand immediately slides up the inside of her thigh as my lips find her

neck. “I really like your outfit,” I whisper.

When school uniforms are a thing of the past, it’ll be fun to wear

whatever I want and let her taunt me, doing the same.

She takes another shot, and I lick the tequila off her lips. She blinks,

surprised as her eyes flit around us to who could be watching, but just this

once, I don’t care. “This could be it,” I tell her, taking her again.

She feels too good to stop.

She kisses me, leaning into me and moaning, and I can’t stop smiling.

“So, when is this part of the date over?” she asks.

“Are you ready for part two? A romantic walk on the beach?”

“Ugh.”

I laugh. “A movie then?”

She scowls.

“Mini golf?”

She shakes her head, staring at my mouth.

But I keep going. “Followed by an in-depth conversation about our

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