I’ll get it!” Eurasia yelled, jumping up from her chair and giggling. Her “sexy beer garden maid” costume left little to the imagination.

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Marina smiled and rolled her eyes as her friend left to answer the door, stumbling and grasping onto every surface she passed to keep from falling. Like the experienced drinker she was, Eurasia managed to avoid spilling a single drop of her sangria. She held the red solo cup out from her body, swaying with it like she was brandishing a trophy.

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Dancing on Dangerous started blasting through the speakers, and colored lights pulsed to the beat. Marina wasn’t the biggest fan of all the songs on the playlist, but she did like Sean Paul. Besides, after all the effort her friends put in to throw her a surprise party—especially right before Halloween—Marina wasn’t going to bitch about the music.

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She took another sip of her watermelon margarita, nearly dumping it on herself when her best friend, Paige, hip-checked her, then shook her bunny-tail decorated ass at her. Marina grinned, and they started dancing together. They’d matched their costume themes and put on quite a show as the scantily-clad White Rabbit twerked on the Lady Mad Hatter. 

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“He’s here,” Eurasia yelled, entering the room arm-in-arm with a tall, muscular man in a Scottish kilt. She had a mischievous grin on her face and looked directly at the birthday girl.

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I thought this was a no boys allowed situation? Marina thought, and then it dawned on her.

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“Oh no . . .” she muttered as the rest of her friends bustled around the room. 

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Sexy versions of sailor girls, police officers, Little Red Riding Hood, and the obligatory Harley Quinns shifted furniture to place a single kitchen chair in the middle of the living room. Three Hocus Pocus girls dragged Marina to the chair and pushed her onto it, snatching her drink away at the last minute. The music stopped, and the flashing lights died with it.

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“Hey,” Marina protested, twisting around in her chair and reaching for the cup. 

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She saw Paige hurry to the wall and switch off the main lights, leaving a warm glow throughout the room. Cleopatra winked at Marina from behind the makeshift bar, then jerked her head to indicate the birthday girl should turn around. Marina had hung out with these girls long enough to be confident in what she would find, so she slowly turned, knowing there was no easy way out of it. 

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The man who’d just arrived stood at the front of the room as the ladies formed a semi-circle. He was at least six feet tall, with broad shoulders and breathtakingly rugged features. His strong jawline reminded her of the guy who played Ken in Magic Mike, but he also had a dark five o’clock shadow, and his oceanic eyes perfectly matched the bluest stripes on his kilt.

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When the stripper smiled at her seductively, Marina’s breath caught in her throat. Her heart thudded a little faster, making her light-headed. A moment later, a sultry song filled the room, and he slid slowly into his routine. Her friends giggled and cat-called, playfully nudging her on the shoulder, but all she could manage was a distracted smile for them as she sat transfixed by the movement of his body.

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He turned away from the crowd as he began gyrating his hips, then he dipped quickly to the ground and back up, causing the kilt to fly up just enough to make Marina wonder if he was wearing anything underneath. As he turned back toward them, he inched closer to the birthday girl, running his hands up and down his body. When he stopped in front of her, he crossed his arms over himself and grasped the bottom of his shirt, then slowly peeled it off, revealing a chiseled chest and stomach.

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Instinctively, Marina reached out to touch him, but he grasped her hand instead and shook his head with a grin that said, “Not yet.” He worked his way around her chair, running his hands up her arms and through her hair, letting it fall back down over her shoulders. Her top hat tumbled to the ground but she hardly noticed as he stood in front of her once again. 

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Heat spread throughout her body, flushing her skin from her cheeks to her pussy as Marina breathed heavily, lost in lust. She swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure. The man spun and swayed, his ass so near her face she had to resist the urge to grab it, then sat in her lap, grinding against her. He reached back and grabbed her arms, pulling them around his body and forcing her to feel every inch of his sinewy chest and abs. Her heart pounded so hard that her vision blurred.

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Marina pushed him away, then jumped up and ran from the room; she raced down the hall and locked herself in the guest bathroom. Her reflection showed bright pink cheeks and eyes wild with desire. Overwhelmed by the fire burning within, she stripped off the topcoat of her costume and splashed cold water on her face, thankful she had decided against wearing a wig that would have added more heat.

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A minute later, there was a gentle knock on the door. 

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“Marina?” Paige asked quietly. “Are you okay, hun?”

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“I’m okay,” she said. After a slight hesitation, she opened the door and let her friend inside.

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Paige saw her face, red and damp, and reached out to her. “We didn’t mean to upset you.”

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Realization dawned on Marina, and she laughed. “I wasn’t crying. I was just really hot, so I threw some cold water on my face.”

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“So you’re not mad?”

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“Hell no. I mean, I know it’s never really been my thing, but holy shit, he’s hot.”

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“Right?” Paige said, laughing. “Anyway, he kinda wanted to apologize, so . . .”

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“Paige, don’t you dare—”

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Before Marina could finish her threat, Paige grinned and ducked out of the room. She pushed the man inside, closing the door behind her.

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The two stood silently, staring at each other. 

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“I just wanted to say I’m sorry for upsetting you,” he finally said. His voice was deliciously baritone and held a light Scottish accent. “My name is Evander.”

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She sucked in a deep breath before responding. “Marina. And please don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s me who should apologize to you for making a scene.”

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“May I ask why you ran out like that then? Was it something I did?” 

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His genuine concern surprised her. He’d dropped the whole stripper routine and spoke to her as a friend would.

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Marina broke eye contact, another wave of warmth filling her face. “I don’t know. I guess I was just getting a little too carried away . . .”

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Evander reached out and softly caressed her cheek, then stepped closer to her until he was hardly a breath away. “Do I make you uncomfortable?”

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The instant throbbing in her pussy made her squeeze her thighs shut, trying to stop it. He placed his hand under her chin and gently tilted her face until she met his eyes once more. 

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“No,” she squeaked, quickly clearing her throat. 

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She leaned back from him in a sad attempt to look confident. He moved closer in response until Marina was sandwiched between the linen closet door and his rock-hard body. Evander placed one hand on her hip and brushed her hair back with the other, his fingers barely brushing her cheekbone.

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He leaned in and whispered in her ear as he ran his fingers down her bare arm. “Then how do I make you feel?”

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Marina could hardly breathe; goosebumps ran across her skin. Her groin was on fire, and she was very aware of the juices already seeping into her panties. Evander looked into her eyes and pressed his body firmly against hers, then kissed her with a need that sent lightning bolts through her entire being. He wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her in tighter, and used the other to grasp the back of her neck. She reached back and gripped his ass with her free hand.

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Evander broke their kiss, moving his lips across her cheek, down her neck, and across her collarbone. Marina lost contact with his ass, so she ran her fingers through his hair instead as he slowly removed one breast at a time from the top of her costume, sucking on each nipple for a moment as he did. His fingers found their way between her legs, and when he felt the dampness already there, he looked up at her and smiled.

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He slid her panties down her legs, and Marina gingerly stepped out of them. Evander stood, pulling her skirt up as he did, fully exposing her. He grabbed her tightly around the waist and deposited her on the counter, knocking various decorative soaps into the sink. The cool surface against her warm flesh made her inhale sharply, and a shiver went up her spine. As Evander kissed her again, he scooted her to the front of the counter, then tilted her back until she was leaning against the wall.

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Marina watched him kiss his way down her body. When he got past her waist, he knelt down and quickly pulled her ass forward, burying his face between her legs. As he thrust his tongue inside her, she flung her head back, nearly banging into the mirror behind her. Evander rolled her clit around in his mouth, alternating between licking and sucking. As her panting steadily increased, he first slid one finger inside of her pussy, then two, then three, working Marina inside and out.

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She grasped the top of his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as she rocked against him, nearing orgasm. He slowed his movements just before she came, leaving her teetering on the edge of explosion. Evander stood, looking at her with a hunger that matched her own. Marina reached under his kilt, grabbing his bare ass.

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“I thought you might be wearing some kind of man-thong under there,” she said.

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“Nope. My dad always said that if you wear underwear, it’s a skirt.” He laughed. “Besides, it’s basic Scottish code—no undergarments with a kilt.” 

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“So you’re actually Scottish?”

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“On my father’s side. Halloween’s a great excuse to pull the kilt out.”

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“I’ll say,” Marina said, lifting up the front to take a peek. His cock was hard and ready; she smiled at him and licked her lips. “Mighty convenient, too.”

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She cradled his balls with one hand and stroked his shaft with the other, smearing the pre-cum around the tip. Evander half moaned and half growled as she continued. When he couldn’t wait any longer, he pushed Marina’s hands away and grabbed her hips, then eased his cock into her waiting pussy. Once he was balls deep inside, he started thrusting in and out, picking up speed as she rocked to match him. 

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Marina ran her hands up his chest to his shoulders, where she grabbed on for leverage as her orgasm built once more. Soon after, she exploded around him, stifling her cries and soaking his cock in her juices as her pussy pulsed. After several more thrusts, Evander pulled out of her and came all over the cabinets and floor beneath her.

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She leaned against him as they caught their breath. A knock on the door moments later made her jump.

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“Shit,” she muttered as she quickly stuffed her breasts back into her costume and tugged her skirt down. 

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Marina slid off the counter and cracked the door open just enough to squeeze her head out. Paige and Eurasia stood outside with concerned looks on their faces.

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“What’s wrong?”

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“Is everything okay in there?” Eurasia asked, trying to peer behind Marina.

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“Yes, everything’s fine. Why?”

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Paige motioned for Marina to get closer, so she carefully stepped into the hallway without opening the door any wider than necessary, closing it abruptly behind her. After animated whispering back and forth, Marina went back into the bathroom, leaving her two friends waiting by the door.

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By the time she returned, Evander had already cleaned up his mess and was throwing the tissues in the toilet. As he flushed, Marina picked up her panties and cleared her throat.

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“Something wrong?” he asked.

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“Well, it turns out the stripper they booked just showed up.” She crossed her arms and glared at him, waiting for an explanation.

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“Ah. It’s just a really weird misunderstanding.” He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding her gaze.

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“I’m listening.”

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“I was actually on my way to a party, and I guess I got the address wrong. When your friend answered the door, I tried to explain, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

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Marina loosened her stance. Eurasia was stubborn on any given day, but when she was drunk, it was almost impossible to reason with her.

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“She grabbed my arm and pulled me into the living room, going on and on about putting on a good show for the birthday girl.”

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She smiled. Her friends could be a little over the top, but at least they always had good intentions. Marina thought back to his entrance and realized he had seemed a little uncomfortable. With everything going on, she hadn’t really noticed at the time. When she didn’t say anything, he continued.

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“Anyway, I was hoping someone a little less plastered might understand, but then I saw you.” Evander looked up at her, meeting her skeptical glare. “You were so beautiful, and I didn’t want you to be disappointed. I mean, I’d never done anything like that before, and it was weird to have so many ladies fawning all over me, but . . .”

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“But what?”

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“Well, I just knew I’d regret missing an opportunity to show you what I had to offer.”

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Marina couldn’t help but grin at his sheepish expression. He hadn’t done anything excessively wrong, and she was certainly a willing and eager participant. 

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“I hope you can forgive me,” he said, seeming hopeful.

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“That depends.”

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Evander arched an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “Does it now? On what, exactly?”

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“On if you plan on staying a little longer for round two. After the party, we were all heading out to a couple of clubs, but I’m sure they won’t mind if I’m a little late.”

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He reached Marina in two steps and pulled her into a kiss, one hand in her hair and the other around her waist. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, there was a heavy thudding on the door. Evander pulled back and looked at her.

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“Just my friends checking in on me,” she said. “They were to wait sixty seconds while I interrogated you, then knock. They’ll break down the door if I don’t answer.”

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His eyes widened.

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“Coming!” she called out, enjoying the expression on his face.

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She opened the door and peeked out in time to see Paige lower her hand. Her friends definitely looked like they were about to bust in.

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“What’s the deal, Marina? Are we tossing his ass out or what?” Eurasia said.

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“No, that’s okay. You guys enjoy the stripper and head on to the club.” She glanced behind her, giggling when a hand made its way beneath her skirt. “I think I’ll stay here for a bit and catch up later.”

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“Well, how ‘bout you take your skanky ass to the bedroom so the rest of us can pee. Do you have any idea how much alcohol I’ve had?” Paige said, smirking.

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“Sounds like a great idea to me,” came Evander’s voice.

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Marina opened the door and hurried out, snatching his wrist and pulling him behind her. She led him down the hall, laughing, as her friends rolled their eyes and argued over who got to use the bathroom first.

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At the end of the hall, Marina led Evander into a bedroom. She closed the door behind them and turned to see him advancing on her, a ravenous look darkening his eyes. He pushed her against the door with his body, one hand on her breast and the other between her legs as he kissed her. When they came up for air, he picked her up and carried her to the bed.

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She sat on the edge as he slowly undressed her, teasing her body as he did. Once she was fully naked, he stepped back.

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“Ready to unwrap your present, birthday girl?”

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THE END