Page 8 of Dirty Temptation

“Technically,” Billy says.

Remember Billy the pot supplier? Same guy.

Knox, who missed most of the humor gene, frowns. “I don’t sleep with other women now.”

I lay my hand on his shoulder and laugh. “Lighten up, big guy.”

No more drinks for the groom.

I promised Payton he wouldn’t come home completely hammered. She’s three months pregnant and still having morning sickness. Her exact words wereIf my fiancé is sicker than me in the morning, then I will not be responsible for my actions.

Given she’s going to be in my life forever as my sister-in-law, I’m taking those words seriously.

Levi slides a shot glass along the polished timber bar, and I catch it. She never said we can’t drink as much as we like or get strippers.

The music shifts to the international porno tune that every man recognizes.

Knox groans and runs a hand over his face. “You’re joking right?”

“Fuck no.” I rest my back against the bar and grin. “Not at all.”

Three gorgeous women walk in wearing the highest heels I’ve ever seen and very little else.

One is a nurse.

Another a teacher.

The third a dominatrix.

Around us, the fifty guys invited to my brother’s bachelor party begin to cheer. The dominatrix slaps her whip on her thigh and gives us all a seductive dominant glare.

“Yeah, baby,” one guy calls out.

“I hear you have a little boo-boo,” the nurse says, walking toward Knox.

“I am going to kill you both,” he growls under his breath.

“Worth it.” Levi chuckles and grins at me, and I know he’s thinking the same thing.

Twenty-something years of payback.

Finally.

It’s a brother thing.

The stripper runs a hand down Knox’s chest, and I can see she’s not unhappy about it. He’s a built guy draped in a five-thousand-dollar suit.

She could have got a worse gig tonight.

A deep grumble escapes Knox, and I know having someone else besides his fiancé touching his body is killing him.

Making it even more fun for me.

I feel something on my cheek and turn to see the teacher running her ruler down over my hard pec as the music pounds out an eighties cliché beat.

“I think you might need a spanking for not paying attention in class.” She purrs, winking, and I’m not immune to the thick red gloss on her lips.

My cock twitches but as she spins around and bends over, I wish it was Molly’s smooth peach staring back at me.

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