Page 40 of Baby Maker

“Will you be coming with us to the spa tonight? The ladies have opted to forgo the typical stripper show in lieu of some primping.”

Calli smiles, snapping her fingers. “Damn. I had a stack of singles all ready to go.”

Jane giggles, leading the two of us to the check-in desk. “Well, we can sneak out early.”

“Or,” Calliope says, swinging her gaze to me, “I can give Keegan my stash because I’m fairly certain the men have not decided to forgo a stag do.”

“What the hell is a stag do?” I ask, slipping an arm around Callie’s waist. Hey, we’re supposed to be dating. I need to act the part. Easiest damn part I’ve ever played.

“A night of tits and ass.”

“Correction,” Jane interrupts. “I don’t like her. I love her. I’m keeping her.”

“I’ll fight you for her,” I jest with my cousin, dropping a kiss on Calli’s hair when her fingers twist around my belt loop, her head on my chest.

“Nonsense. Plenty of me to go around. Is there anything I can do to help with the festivities? I’m ridiculously anal-retentive, which comes in handy with event planning.”

“You’ve done more than your part. I never thought I’d see the day when Keegan had a girlfriend.”

I shoot a glare at my cousin. Not in the mood to traverse this path. “I’ve had lots of girlfriends, Jane.”

“No. You’ve had lots of floozies. Tremendous difference.”

I roll my eyes, eager to avoid this conversation at all costs. “Where’s Mom?”

“Where do you think? With my Mom, sampling every variety of champagne at the bar. I’m off, but I’ll see you later, Calliope. The spa retreat starts at seven.”

“Can’t wait.” Calli grins up at me after Jane struts off. “I like your family, who I’ve met, anyway.”

“To think you were worried about fitting in. Joking with my cousin about tits and ass not three minutes into the conversation.”

“Sorry. Too cheeky?”

I slide my hand down, cupping her ass, my gaze intent on her face. “No. Just the right amount.”

She swats my hand away, but her eyes sparkle with amusement. “You’d better behave. The weekend is just beginning. Have to save some of your libido for the myriad of strippers about to parade through your life.”

“I’d rather save my libido for that lacy lingerie you promised. Or did you chicken out and leave it at home?”

Calliope steps back, sliding her blouse over just far enough for me to catch a glimpse of her bra strap. All I can say is that if I’m getting hard looking at her bra strap, I don’t stand a chance when she strips down.

“I always make good on my threats.” Another smile, but this one oozes sensuality.

I lean down, my lips grazing her ear. “And I, always make good on mine.”

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“This room is beautiful,”Calliope breathes as she walks around, taking in all the details. It’s true. Topping Rose House is renowned for its elegant beauty and luxury.

My gaze lands on the king-sized bed, and I realize that sleeping arrangements might be an issue. Granted, after our sensual teasing in the lobby, sleep is the last thing I want to do with Calli. “I can crash on the chair or on the floor,” I offer, figuring I might as well address the elephant in the room.

Calliope shrugs, sending me an amused grin. “We’ll figure it out.”

What I want to figure out is how quickly I can strip her down and get a good look at that sexy body. Stifling a groan, I grab some clothes from my suitcase. Traffic delays cost us some time, and the bachelor party is starting soon. “I’m going to jump in the shower. Get the road grime off.”

“Have to get all clean before you can get dirty again?”

That statement certainly got my attention. My cock thinks it’s all systems go, and it’s homing in on the petite auburn-haired beauty in front of me. “Who says I’m getting dirty tonight? You know something I don’t?”

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