She grins hugely. “He asked me to be his girlfriend last night. He just put it on his profile.”

The girls all scream excitedly.

“I think that calls for another shot,” Peyton says with a grin as she pours another round.

“Ace, Riley, Dallas, and Parker replied. They’re getting their asses on the train.”

We drink, laugh, giggle, and dance. The boys, minus Dawson and Camden, all arrive about a couple hours later.

They look hilarious. Dressed in camouflage and with black marks under their eyes. Like they’re going on an actual undercover mission.

And they like the lingerie.

I immediately show them the bar, make each boy do a body shot off his girl, and get the music cranked up. Then the boys do a few more shots to catch up.

Peyton and I are at the bar, eating chips, when our phones buzz at the exact same time.

“Cam,” she says.

“Dawson,” I laugh.

I answer the phone, buzz them up, then go greet them. When I open the door, Dawson is standing there holding a big bouquet of flowers and wearing a sheepish grin.

Cam swats him on the back of the head and rolls his eyes. “So whipped.” Then he looks me over from head to toe. Taking in my sheer orange sherbet and bright pink two-tone chemise. “This is a great loft. You're a keeper.”

“I’m a keeper because of real estate?”

“No. You’re a keeper because of your ass, but I was told to be polite.”

I break out into a wide smile.

I like him already. I can see why everyone thinks Camden is so hot. He’s tall, dark haired, and has a chiseled face. He’s taller than Dawson, with a leaner build. More like Riley.

He walks by me, smacks my ass in the exact same way Dawson does, grabs Peyton, and heads to the bar.

“Flowers, huh?” I say to Dawson. “You must have done something bad.”

“Well, my dad says flowers get you laid, but jewelry gets you out of jail.”

“So you’re just looking to get laid?”

He gives me his sexy-ass grin. But his eyes say something different. “I made you cry, Keatie. I don't ever want to make you cry.”

I set the flowers down on the bench and give him a hot kiss.

“Can we just do it right here?” he asks, pointing to the bench.

“I thought you had some sucking up to do?”

“Speaking of that.” He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a huge handful of big ring gummy Lifesavers. “I brought party favors. Thought I'd share the magic.”

“You liked it that much?”

“Keatie, I loved it.”

“I love you. Thank you for the flowers.”

“I love you too. I have another surprise for you later.”

“I can’t wait. But for now, let’s go get you a drink.”

We play pool, dance, drink, and have fun.

I dance crazily around Dallas and Riley. Ever since that night at the Cave, the three of us often crank up the music in their room and just dance around like maniacs. One of our favorite songs is playing, so we naturally congregate together.

After dancing, people start to pair off.

Ace and Annie sit on the couch talking and holding hands. Peyton and Camden are naked in the hot tub. Riley and Ariela have wandered upstairs to “watch a movie” on the big sectional couch, and Maggie and Parker have already claimed one of the bedrooms as their own.

Katie, Dallas, Dawson, and me are playing pool. It’s boys against girls and since Katie and I both suck, we’re using different techniques to distract the boys.

After a couple games of me suggestively leaning over the pool table, Dawson drags me to my room, locks the door, and attacks me.

It's literally a throw-me-on-the-bed, rip-off-my-panties, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of thing.

“Was that my special treat? No offense, but I get that all the time,” I tease.

He’s slightly out of breath. “I just had to get that out of the way.” He pulls on the strap of my nightie. “I almost brought you in here after you, Peyton, and Maggie were grinding on each other. That was fucking hot enough, but the way you were leaning across the pool table, I couldn’t take it any longer.”

“So tell me about this surprise.”

“Shouldn't I just show you?”

I run my finger lightly down the front of his chest. “I don’t know, maybe.”

He gets off the bed, grabs my hand, and pulls me into my bathroom.

He stops in the center of the room, pushes the spaghetti straps off my shoulders, and watches with delight as my nightie slithers down to the floor.

He grabs a couple towels off the rack, lays them across the floor, and motions for me to lie down. He steals one of my makeup brushes off the counter, turns on the tub, and holds the brush under the water.

Then he puts the brush directly in the center of my cleavage and slowly moves it in an arc over the top of my right boob then down my side.

I giggle as the brush tickles my skin.

He opens a little bottle and sprinkles it on top of the water line he just created.

“Is that glitter?” I ask, looking at the hot pink sparkle.

He shakes his head and starts working very intently. Brushing water on me then sprinkling it with the glitter.

Just having the brush tickle my skin is enough to make me super hot again.

“It's not glitter. It’s sugar glitter.” He dips his finger into one of the little bottles and holds it in front of my mouth. I slowly suck the glitter off.

“Mhmmm, that’s good.”

I look down my body and see a large multi-colored sugar heart. The tops of the heart curve out from my cleavage, wrap around my boobs, and meet at a point between my legs.

“That's quite artistic. If I wasn't naked, I'd want to take a picture of it.”

“I’m glad you like it. Now, for the fun part. I get to lick it all off.” He puts his hands under my butt, lifts it up in the air, and starts licking the point of the heart.

I find myself wishing the point went down just a teensy bit farther.

His tongue works its way up my body, licking sugar, but causing most of it to fall off onto the towels. He licks some, but then seems to get distracted, stopping to kiss and suck my skin. He only makes it about a quarter of the way up the heart before he's hot and ready for round two.

I can't say the hard marble feels that great on my back, but I've drank enough not to care.

When he finally collapses next to me, he says, “Sorry, that sugar was making me feel kinda sick. I think I'm still hung over from last night.”

I laugh out loud. “Ha! Serves you right. Hangovers are your body's way of telling you that you're an idiot.”

“You’re mean,” he says with a laugh as he rubs his knees. “Can we get on the bed? This marble is killing my knees.”

“Yeah, let me wash the sugar off real quick and I'll meet you there.”

He leans up on his elbow and gives me a sexy grin. “I think I might like to watch that.”

I give him a little smack. “You're such a horn dog.”

“And you love it.”

I nod my head and smile to myself, because he's right, I do love it.

I turn the shower faucet to hot and step inside my shower, which is glass on three sides.

I decide since he didn't go through with all the licking that I will mess with him just a bit.

I give him a grin, stick my tongue out, and run my finger down it while I stare at him.

Then I look down at the spot in my cleavage, where the heart starts. I press my wet finger onto the sugar. Some of it attaches to my finger and the rest sprinkles down the front of me.

I hold eye contact with him while I put my finger back in my mouth and suck the pink sugar off.

Then I return my finger to my chest, tracing the top of the heart over my swell of my breast, causing Dawson to lick his lips.

I trace the heart further down around the side, put my finger in my mouth, and close my eyes as I suck the sugar off.

I've only cleaned off about another of quarter of the heart when Dawson and his raging hard on join me in the shower.