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me more. What are some things you’d never tell a woman on a first date?”
    He leaned back in the stool. “I have a pretty active sex drive. I jack off at least five times a week, usually more.”
    She laughed. “Is this during weeks when you aren’t getting laid regularly by women with no names?”
    He shook his head, his grin growing. “Nope. This is every week, regardless of my nighttime pickups.”
    “That is not normal.”
    He threw his head back, laughing loudly. “Trust me, Joni. This is perfectly normal.”
    “Jeff never did that,” she insisted.
    “Maybe not in front of you. So there. I’ve embarrassed myself. It’s your turn to tell me something mortifying.”
    Joni tried to think of something, but the fact was she was a very boring person. “I leave wet towels on the floor all the time.”
    Eric crossed his arms. “Try again.”
    “I leave big globs of toothpaste in the sink. I’m a total slob.”
    He narrowed his eyes impatiently. “I’m still waiting.”
    She sighed. “I…I…oh God. I can’t believe I’m about to say this. I masturbate at least three times a week.”
    She expected Eric to laugh, but instead he leaned closer. “I think I just fell in love with you.”
    Joni cracked up as she shoved his shoulder. “You twisted jackass.”
    The next two hours passed in a haze of tequila and laughter as they each tried to one-up each other on every crazy, horrible, funny thing they’d ever done in their lives. She told Eric things she’d never told another living soul.
    Soft music had been playing since their arrival. Typical pub songs. Every now and then, one would catch their attention and they’d sing along. They did what she considered an award-winning rendition of “Piano Man”, though Eric confessed afterwards he’d seen a couple of their fellow patrons laughing and making faces as they’d gotten progressively louder, more flamboyant, and less on key.
    When Pearl Jam came on, Eric sat up straighter. “Hey. It’s our song. Come on. Dance with me.”
    Joni refused to take his hand, though she was grinning. “We just met. We don’t have a song.”
    “Of course we do. It’s this one.” Eric refused to be denied as he grabbed her hand and led her to an empty spot between two tables. Joni was relieved she didn’t stumble as much as she feared. She’d put down way too much tequila.
    “This isn’t exactly a dancing sort of bar. I think its primary function is drinking and talking,” she pointed out when they caught the attention of several people.
    “Shhh.” Eric pulled her closer, softly singing the chorus to “Future Days” in her ear. She had to admit he had a nice voice. He was a good dancer too.
    Both of those facts drifted to the background because of the way she felt when her body was pressed next to his. She wasn’t sure, but she thought it was his erect cock rubbing against her stomach. Unfortunately it was too hard to concentrate on just that area because there were too many other hot parts of him touching her too.
    Her breasts pressed against his chest. One strong arm wrapped around her waist, his fingers somehow finding their way beneath the hem of her shirt, touching her overheated skin. He’d taken one of her hands in his large palm for just a moment before he released her fingers, his hand moving to the back of her neck. He gently stroked her nape, just beneath her hair, and she released a quiet, breathy moan that revealed too much about her current horny state.
    Joni gave up the pretense of proper dancing. Her arms encircled his waist as if she were hugging him and she rested her cheek against his shoulder, letting her eyes drift close as they moved in time to the slow, sweet song.
    She’d never considered dancing foreplay, but there was no doubt Eric was subtly seducing her right there in the middle of the bar. The hand on her neck, the other tucked under her shirt, stroking her lower back, his hot breath in her ear, and his cock—oh yeah, he was