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looking to Poppy and Shaine with expectation.
    “There’s more?” Poppy asked.
    Brandi stood by Angelo’s side, her arms sliding around his waist. Angelo opened his arm for Capri to move in on the other side. He looked like a sheikh with his harem.
    Shaine reacted with instinct and grabbed Poppy, pulling her straight to his mouth, kissing her deeply. Poppy’s little startled moan was like sweet poison and he drank it up.
    Their tongues tangled and Shaine squeezed her behind, drawing her tight and snug against his hardening length.
    An onslaught of memories assaulted him as he fought to remain in control, but the drug was loosening his ability to think in a straight line, and he was bombarded with sensory pleasure.
    It took Herculean strength to keep from bending Poppy over the nearest surface and burying himself inside her, no matter that they were in full view of an audience.
    Hell, that made it even hotter.
    Somehow Shaine managed to get a grip and slow his sensual attack, but they were both breathless when they broke apart.
    He came to his senses to the sound of applause and squeals of laughter.
    “That was so hot,” Capri gushed, hooking her arm around Poppy’s. “Now, let’s party!”
    Capri and Poppy were gone in a flash, and Shaine didn’t have time to chase after them. It was all he could do to keep on his feet. A euphoric grin found his lips and he couldn’t quite stop it from stretching his lips.
    “This shit is legit,” Shaine admitted, shaking his head like a dog. But he remained muddled in a fairy cloud of pink rainbows and happiness. No wonder this drug was quickly climbing the party scene.
    “Brother, you have no idea,” Angelo said, laughing. “Now, let’s see if we can get you laid tonight. There’s nothing like sex on Bliss!”
    Shaine grinned as if he was down for that, but there was only one person he wanted naked in his bed and that was Poppy.
    Poppy. All day, every day.
    And he was rapidly forgetting why that was a terrible idea.
    In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he was certain it needed to happen.
    * * *
    Poppy drifted on a cloud of sensation, moving her body in time to the beat that seemed to vibrate her bones. Everything felt amazing, everything was wonderful.
    “This drug is incredible,” she said, mostly to herself, but Capri caught it.
    “Bliss will change your life,” Capri said with great authority. “It’s the new biggest thing. Bliss is going to change the world.”
    “It’ll change the party scene, for sure,” Poppy returned with a dreamy sigh. No wonder it was so addictive. Feeling this good shouldn’t be a crime—it should be a right.
    Snap out of it , a faint voice intruded on her happy thoughts, and she actually frowned as if she were responding to someone.
    Capri tapped Poppy’s forehead. “No frowning allowed. Frowning causes wrinkles and wrinkles make you look old and no one wants to pamper an old lady.”
    Ah, Capri and her endless quest of finding that perfect sugar daddy.
    “Capri, you need bigger goals,” Poppy said. “A rich man isn’t going to solve all your problems.”
    “What problems? I love my life. But I love to shop, too.”
    “Yeah, but wouldn’t you rather be in charge of your own money, instead of having to suck up to some old guy with lots of money?”
    “Old guys with lots of money are my favorite and they’re the easiest to catch. Perverted old men love girls like me.”
    Poppy would’ve winced but she didn’t have the wherewithal to summon the effort to be worried about that telling statement. Instead, Poppy shrugged and said, “To each her own. Just make sure you use protection, kid. None of those sugar daddies are looking to be a real daddy.”
    “Ha! As if I’d ruin this moneymaker by popping out kids,” Capri scoffed as if Poppy was the one being naive. “Besides, I do have goals. And right now, my goal is to take home that cutie by the bar. Toodles.”
    And then she was gone, leaving Poppy all by