"A quokka. We suck at this game."
"Those cute little marsupial things?" she asks with a confused rise of an eyebrow. "They look like raccoons, right? Why that one?"
I can't help the cocky grin from appearing on my face, or the way I gesture at myself. "They're the happiest animal in the world. And the cutest, because there isn't a human on this earth that could argue with that factorstop themselves from playing with them. It hits close to home, ya know?"
Andfuckdo I love making her laugh. I mean, I love making everyone laugh, but with Dani it's a special kind of victory. Like she only does it when she really means it.
"We really do suck at this game," she agrees as she takes another sip of her beer. "I think we've broken every rule multiple times. Maybe we really should try the couch next time."
The idea of having Dani on a couch—instead of a storage closet or a barstool—is enough to make my dick start to harden again. I had gotten it under control during our teasing, but it's right back to half-mast at that comment.
She turns back to me, completely oblivious to my inner struggles. "Okay, let's pretend I didn't reciprocate that last question. My turn. What's the craziest place you've ever had sex?"
"You mean besides a supply closet after I just ran away from two security guards?" I ask with a quirked eyebrow.
She sighs. "If that's the craziest place you've ever done it then this might not work out, pretty boy. I need someone more adventurous than that."
"That's not adventurous enough?" I ask in mock outrage. "I'm pretty sure we were trespassing in that building, which means we were breaking the law being in there. Plus, public sex is also illegal, so technically that's a double whammy. Can't get more adventurous than that."
She gives me a knowing look. "You can, and I'll bet you have." Then she cocks her head as she studies me. "You strike me as a public sex kind of guy."
A grin stretches across my face. "Yeah? Why's that?"
She shrugs. "You just have that 'the world is mine and I do what I want' kind of vibe."
"What a coincidence, I have that tattooed across my lower back."
She lets out a giggle, the sound so feminine that it makes my dick twitch.
"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours," I tell her with a grin.
"Count of three then."
"One…" We speak at the same time, both of us starting the countdown with mischief in our voices. "…two…three!"
"A bear cave on a mini golf course."
"On my high school soccer field."
My mouth drops open. "You didwhat?!"
"You were a soccer kid?" she asks with a laugh. "Oh my God, that's amazing."
"You had sex on a mini golf course?" I hiss.
"That's what I said," she whispers back, leaning her head closer to mine. "You know we're in a bar and don't need to use inside voices, right?"
I ignore her, too busy trying to understand her thought process to react to her sarcasm. "Are youcrazy? How did you know a kid wouldn't catch you?"
She rolls her eyes and leans back, then takes a sip of her drink. "I'm definitely crazy, but I'm hardly a psychopath. I wouldn't have done it if there were people around."
My eyes are still as wide as saucers. "So then what, it was abandoned?"
She simply nods and drinks more of her beer.
"Where is there an abandoned mini golf course?" I ask, still utterly confused.
"You're really bulldozing this question game," she says with a sigh.