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“Oh my God!” I giggled and made a lame attempt to escape from his arms. “Definitely not. I’ll be done in fifteen minutes, and then we can take our time.”

Wilder stroked my face with his thumb. “Give me this mouth first. I’ve missed you.”

Our teeth clanked together because I couldn’t stop smiling while we kissed. The man made me melt. We made out like two teenagers for longer than two minutes. When I begrudgingly pulled back, mylips were swollen. I wiped lipstick from Wilder’s mouth. “I missed you, too. But I gotta finish up. Why don’t you get changed and get comfy?”

“Alright…”

The way he said it told me he had something up his sleeve, but I needed to get back on camera. I took my seat and turned the audio back on. Comments were already pouring in.

“Oh boy,” I said. “I see we have a lot of thoughts on the subject.” I scrolled for the first comment to read. Almost every viewer had something to say about rule number two—no strippers. I picked out a comment and read aloud. “JuneBride says her fiancé is watching with her right now, and he disagrees on the no-strippers rule. He thinks it’s a tradition—the last hurrah and all in good fun. He says there’s nothing wrong with looking; you just can’t touch.”

I didn’t have to dig very far into the comments to find an opposing viewpoint. But I made the mistake of glancingpastmy computer screen when I went to speak. And found Wilder undressing—on the subject of strippers, he looked better than any I’d ever seen. I salivated at every carved indentation on his perfect chest. It was impossible to tear my eyes away. Especially when he got down to his boxer briefs, hooked two thumbs into the sides, and slid the material over his muscular thighs.

Oh.

My.

God.

I was live on freaking camera. I needed to say something—anything. But my mouth was dry, and swallowing wasn’t easy. Eventually I cleared my throat and managed. “MariaBenz disagrees with your fiancé, JuneBride. She thinks having strippers at a bachelor or bachelorette party is juvenile and unnecessary. She says people who are ready to commit to one another should be celebrating their upcoming nuptials. Not…”

I again got sidetracked. This time it was because of theslappingnoise—the one Wilder’s dick made every time it hit his belly. He was naked, gyrating his hips like he was keeping an invisible hula hoop in place, and every time he thrust forward, his big penisslapped into his abs. It would’ve been hilarious to behold, if I wasn’t totally turned on by the sight of him naked and semihard.

I really hoped none of my bosses were watching this episode, because this was about to be the quickest wrap-up in the history of wrap-ups. I forced my eyes away from Wilder and looked straight at the camera. “Well, as you can see, this is a hot topic, and one I think might be a personal choice for each couple. However, it’s definitely something to discuss before heading out to plan those bachelor and bachelorette parties. We’ll pick back up with these rules next time. That’s it for today. Have a great week, everyone, and happy wedding planning!”

I clicked to end the show and fell back into my chair. “I can’t believe you did that while I was live.”

“You told me to get changed and make myself comfortable.” He stalked over to my desk, pulled out my chair, and straddled my lap, still naked. “I was just doing what I was told.”

“Oh yeah? Will you do whatever I tell you?”

His eyes darkened. “Fuck yeah. I’ll do whatever you want.”

I bit my lip shyly. “Alright. How about you…” I leaned to his ear and whispered, “do the dishes.”

“Funny.” I was quickly hoisted out of the chair and into the air. Wilder tossed me over his shoulder, fireman style. I couldn’t stop giggling. He swatted my ass. “Just for that little tease, you’renotgetting whatever you want. I’m gonnatakewhatever I want.” He dumped me unceremoniously in the middle of the bed. I bounced as he joined me and climbed on top.

Wilder kissed the underside of my chin. “You ended your show a little abruptly.”

“I was distracted because ofyourshow.”

“For the record, you can’t have strippers at your bachelorette party.”

“Why not?”

“Because the thought of you looking at another man’s junk makes me feel violent.”

“Aww… That’s oddly sweet. But that means you wouldn’t be allowed to have strippers, either.”

Wilder shrugged. “Why would I need to look at another woman, if I have you?”

My belly fluttered. It felt like I was falling down a rabbit hole with this man—one I was pretty sure I’d never climb out of if things didn’t work out.

Wilder brushed his knuckles along my cheek. “Being with you is like waking up to Christmas morning every day.”

My heart skipped a beat. “You scare me, Wilder.”

“Likewise, sweetheart. But you’re worth the risk.”

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