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712 pages, ebook
First published March 13, 2016
Pulling away, he stared into my eyes and said, "That wasn't so bad was it, doc?"
"I fucking hated every minute of it, Michael."
"Liar." He smirked and turned toward his father.
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"I have to go clean up. You want to come with"--he cocked an eyebrow--"or wait here with my family?"
I touched the open cut near his eye, causing him to jerk away. "You go get patched up and I'll sit with them until you're done."
"I'll be right back, beautiful. You'll come to the next one, right? I know you secretly loved it."
"It's still barbaric," I said against his lips.
"I bet if I touched your panties right now they're as wet as my skin," he whispered in my ear, causing me to squeeze my legs together.
He looked down, watching me as I poked him. "I mean it, sister. I don't want any nasty-ass stripper touching my woman."
I kept poking him. "Do you hear yourself?"
"I ain't fuckin' deaf and neither are you. I never ask for much, but this is non-negotiable. I believe Suzy told you she didn't want one."
"Suzy doesn't know how to have fun." I waved him off as I tossed the empty bottle in the trash.
"Suzy does. She just prefers my dick. She doesn't need some greasy male dancer touching her."
"Joe," I said, sliding my arm around his waist, "the stripper is only there for the other girls, not for Suzy."
"Bullshit," he mumbled, kissing the top of my head. "Please, Iz. For me."
I puffed out a breath, moving the hair that had fallen in my eyes. "Fine, Joe. As long as you're happy," I lied.
There was no way in hell I'd throw a bachelorette party for my soon-to-be sister-in-law and not have a stripper. If the boys got to see snatch, then fuck yeah, we were seeing peen.