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expensive-looking bottle of rum. “Lime, too?” he asked, glancing at her over his shoulder. Jasmine felt a jolt of something work through her spine.
     
    “Sure,” she said, smiling tensely. Harper nodded and picked up a lime from a basket on the end of the bar. He sliced a wedge from it and squeezed it into the ice and rum before cracking open a small can of Coke to fill it to the top. Harper poured himself a glass of red wine and moved away from the bar, joining Jasmine on the couch and extending the cocktail towards her.
     
    “I believe it’s your turn, you know,” Harper said. Jasmine blushed; he was right—he had dared her to continue their night together and join him in his room, and she had accepted the dare. By the rules of the game, it was her turn.
     
    Jasmine took a long sip of her drink, trying to regain her composure.  She could already feel the heat building up between her hips; even if she had resented him at the beginning of the evening, she couldn’t deny the attraction she had felt the moment they had started playing the game together. But she couldn’t quite bring herself to make a dare out of asking him to sleep with her. “You’re allowed to forfeit your turn if you want,” Harper said, giving her a little, confident smile. “I promise I won’t tell anyone what a chicken you are.” That stung Jasmine’s pride awake, and she bit her bottom lip, trying to think of something that would be close to what she really wanted, without being so desperate as to use the game as a gambit to have sex with him. “All right,” she said quickly. “I dare you to get me off… using nothing but your hands.” Harper held her gaze for a long moment, and Jasmine wondered if she had overstepped; if he would eject her from the room, make fun of her as desperate. He’s probably got dozens—hundreds—of girls throwing themselves at him, she thought bitterly. What was I thinking?
     
    “I accept the challenge,” Harper said, smiling slowly. “But if I’m going to do it, we do it my way; that’s only fair, right?” Jasmine nipped at the inside of her bottom lip, her heart beating faster. She had been with what she considered plenty of men—though she didn’t exactly keep count, and she had only had a few one-night stands. None of them had been able to get her off that way; but from the confidence in Harper’s eyes, she thought that he probably had more experience than her—and he, at least, seemed to think he would be more than capable of it.
     
    “Okay,” she said, setting her glass down. Harper’s lips twitched with something in between a smile and a laugh.
     
    “Come with me,” Harper said, standing in a quick, fluid movement. He extended his hand and she took it, letting him help her to her feet. “This does seem like more of a dare for the bedroom, don’t you think?” he asked, walking in the direction of a small, ornately carved door tucked away between bookshelves. Harper opened the door and propelled Jasmine through it, reaching absently along the wall and flipping a switch. Lights shimmered in the four corners of the bedroom, illuminating a huge four-poster bed with thick blankets and enormous pillows, more lush rugs, two dressers and a wardrobe, along with a low wooden desk that gleamed with polish.
     
    Harper reached out, his hands gliding over her body slowly, trailing over the curve from her breasts down to her waist, over her hips. He reached around to her back, finding the zipper on her dress, and tugged it down slowly, the sound almost overwhelming the rush of blood in Jasmine’s ears. “You have to know that I’ve been thinking about getting you out of this dress as soon as I saw you in it,” Harper murmured lowly, making Jasmine blush. His hands slid up along her spine, caressing, sending a tingle of pleasure through her body as he parted her hair, finding the bow that tied the halter-top of her dress. He tugged the ends of the bow and Jasmine shivered as the