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here.” I adjust the pin attaching the pointy black tail to her red spandex pants and then slap her on the ass for good measure.
    “Vivienne? Is that you, angel? Where have you been all my life?” Oh God. Oh God. I know that voice. Of course he would be the one to walk up and catch me slapping another girl’s ass.
    I’m so surprised that I choke on my own saliva. Way to be sexy. Why couldn’t it have been anyone else?
    “Oh, shit, are you okay, Viv?” he asks as he rushes over to pat me on the back.
    I don’t even attempt to disguise it as I openly check him out. Black fitted, v-neck tee, fuck me jeans, and damn he smells good. Like beer and cologne...“I want to lick him.”
    Cassie lets out a loud guffaw, and I realize that I may have just said that out loud. Fuck Cassie for making me drink so much before the party.
    “You want to lick who, babe? Cuz if there’s any chance that you meant me...lick away. And you don’t have to stop there. I’m down for making all of your fantasies come true,” Abbott says as his hand stills on my waist.
    I look up and meet his gaze. I am frozen in place, hypnotized by those damn crystal blue eyes. I should be embarrassed. I would be if I could form a coherent thought.
    “Okay...so you two love birds have at that shit. I’m going to find me a drink and a man...in that order,” my best friend says before giving me a wink and walking away. She walks away!
    Abbott reaches up and adjusts my halo. If you haven’t figured it out by now, Cassie is a sexy little devil, and I am her opposite: an innocent angel. Well, innocent is a stretch. There’s not much innocent about this costume. I suddenly feel extremely underdressed.
    “Thanks, Abbott. I...ummm...” I cover my face with my hands and take a deep breath before I continue. “God, I’m so embarrassed. I didn’t mean to say that. I’m sorry. Truly.”
    “I really hope you don’t mean that.”
    “What? That I’m embarrassed?”
    “No, not that. That you didn’t mean it. Because I did.”
    “Well, I mean, I didn’t mean to say it, you know...out loud...” I stammer. Why am I so nervous? Abbott’s my friend. We’ve been friends for months. Why do I suddenly feel like a stranger? Like I’m bumping into him for the first time? He must think I am an idiot.
    “So, you do want to lick me, then...That’s good. Really good, Viv,” Abbott slurs.
    “Is it?” I ask in a whisper.
    “Mmmhmm.” He pulls me closer. My face is now even with his chest, his erection pressing against my stomach.
    His erection. Holy crap, I gave Abbott Parker a hard on. At least I’m assuming it was me. Oh God, I am so drunk.
    I look up to find him staring down at me. And as if my body has a mind of its own, I rise up on my toes and wrap my arms around his neck.
    “Viv,” Abbott whispers, and I can feel the warmth of his breath on my lips.
    “Yeah?”
    Abbott places his free hand on my face and begins to slowly rub his thumb across my trembling lips. “Viv,” he whispers once more, and there is so much yearning in the way that he says my name. I feel liquid heat pool in my belly as I slide my tongue out to taste his salty skin.
    And that is all the permission Abbott needs to pull my face into his and press his lips to mine. He runs his tongue along the seam of my mouth, and I open for him. Our tongues meet in tentative strokes before finding their rhythm, and I am lost in his kiss. Nothing else exists but this moment. I slide my hands up the sides of his smooth face and into his short, blond hair, tugging gently. Abbott groans in response and moves his hands down to my ass and squeezes as he pulls me impossibly closer. Our kiss becomes more urgent. Lips melding. Tongues thrashing. Licking. Teasing. Tasting. And then he continues licking and sucking down my face to my neck. I rock into his erection and whimper, which seems to urge him on. He works his way back to my mouth and our tongues war with each other in primal need. My God, I never