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I figured he meant a kiss, but I was in a playful mood. “Good morning.”

“I said properly.”

“How exactly do I say good morning properly?”

“With my cock inside of you.”

“Inside of me where?”

He clasped his hands behind his head. “Any hole will do.”

I slapped his chest, laughing. “You’re so crass.”

He cupped his ear. “Did you say in yourass? Okay, but we’re going to be a lot later than an hour then.”

I shook my head, laughing. “How are you even thinking about sex after last night? I lost track of the number of times we did it.”

Wilder reached around me, pressing his dick to the crack of my ass—hisvery harddick. “You’re in bed with me naked. The better question is why are we even going to the park?”

I bit my lip. “We have to be fast because I need to shower.”

“I’ll do you one better.” He climbed to his feet, standing on the bed, and took me with him. “Shower sex. Two birds, one stone.”

Wilder carried me to the bathroom, cradled in his arms, and set me down to turn the water on. Once it was warm, he stepped in and tugged me along. Water rained down over us, and Wilder said good morning properly—with my hands splayed wide on the tile, while he fucked me from behind.

23SLOANE

The sound of the apartment door creaking open made me lose my place midsentence. Unfortunately, I was filming Knot so Seriously live, so I couldn’t run to see the man I assumed had just walked in, though my heart wanted to. It had been a week since I’d seen Wilder, and it felt more like a month.

He strolled into the bedroom and flashed a cocky smile as I spoke to the camera. I’d warned him that I might still be live when he arrived, but would leave my door open. My show normally ran about an hour, give or take. But today it would definitely be on the short side.

Wilder looked so sexy in his well-fitted business suit. Then again, I thought he looked sexy in jeans and a T-shirt. Or a tuxedo. Gosh, and the photos I’d seen of him in rugby shorts—those thick thighs. And don’t even get me started on how he looked naked. Ireally, reallyliked him that way best.

He’d watched my show before, though never right in front of me. So it was a little nerve-racking. Wilder quietly set his bag down and took off his suit jacket, being careful to stay behind the camera while I cleared my throat and spoke into it.

“Alright, everyone. I think it’s time I opened up the discussion so you can tell me what you think about the list of rules the team atBridemagazine and I came up with for bachelor and bachelorette parties. But first, let’s do a quick rundown of what we have, so you’re ready to comment.

“Number one—The party shouldn’t be held the night before the wedding. We don’t want any hungover brides or grooms.

“Number two—No strippers. If you need to see another womanor man naked one last time, maybe you aren’t as ready to get married as you think.

“Number three—No destination parties, like Vegas or the Caribbean, that cost a small fortune. Weddings are already expensive enough for your bridal party.”

I held up a finger. “Of course, if you live in Vegas or the Caribbean, or if you and your friends are all loaded and have private jets, then ignore this rule and have a great time.

“Number four—Do not, under any circumstances, leave the tab for the bride or groom to pay. This is a party where everyone attending pays for themselves and chips in to cover the guest of honor.

“Number five—Don’t invite people not invited to the wedding.

“Number six—Don’t plan something the bride or groom won’t enjoy. Bridesmaids, if you love to gamble but the bride doesn’t, no card night. Groomsmen, if you love to golf but the groom hates it, plan something else. This is their day, not yours.

“And last but not least, number seven—No videos! No one needs video of themselves dancing while tipsy, and things can be taken out of context.”

I looked back up at the camera. “I’m going to open up the chat now and take a two-minute water break while you all start typing. I’ll be right back!”

I hit the mute button, slipped off my headset, and stepped away from the desk. Wilder’s eyes were so dark and his smirk so dirty, I was a little scared. I held up a finger in warning. “I only have two minutes.”

He buried his face in my neck. “I can be quick.”

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