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Sandy beamed. “None taken. Not everyone can handle this much sexy.”

Reuben snorted.

“Oh, come on, Reuben,” Mac goaded. “Jeremy Dodds has his chest done all the time.”

“Jeremy Dodds is an idiot.” Reuben glared. “And he plays for the Broncos, enough said.”

“His chest is mighty fine,” I said wistfully, earning myself an unrelenting scowl.

“Jeremy’s chest is a damn forest. It’s likely a fire hazard which is why he has it done. And he only started with the waxing after one of the French front row snagged a handful of the black fuzz in a tackle. When he changed his ripped jersey out on the field, it looked like a moth had been at him.”

I bit back a laugh. “So, are you saying you’re not as brave as Jeremy?”

The warning in his eyes had my dick sitting up and paying attention. “I’m saying I’m not as stupid.”

“Well, I don’t know so much.” Michael leant back on the lip of the tiled floor. “It keeps things nice and slick down there. No... snags.” He winked.

“Slick isn’t everything.” Reuben blushed brightly. “Besides, I thought you liked my hair... down there.” He glanced my way.

Oh baby.“I do. Of course I do. I just thought...” I sighed and tried not to cave at Reuben’s troubled expression. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll go next.”

Reuben’s jaw worked; his worried eyes locked on me as I started to climb out of the spa. “Fuck it. Okay, okay,” he said, his eyes rolling in his head. “I’ll do it. But only for you, baby. You should’ve told me you wanted a change.”

I blew him a kiss. “You’re my hero.”

“Yeah, right. You’re gonna owe me big time, and I’ve got a list running already.”

“Oooohhhhhhh,” everyone chimed in as one.

I flipped them off. “May the force be with you, darling.”

“I’ll need it. And as for you!” Reuben pointed straight at Mathew. “One word of this to the team tomorrow and I’m gonna fuck you up on the field next time you play, understood? You won’t get a single pass from me, and that fancy best-season record you’re chasing will be squiddly shit.”

Mathew nodded sagely. “Understood. Fuck me up. No passes. No season record. Squiddly shit. Got it.” He snorted.

Reuben huffed, “I hate you all.” He stood and water coursed off all that hard muscle like every young gay boy’s fantasy come to life.

I was hard as nails in an instant.

Still fuming, he made his way out of the room to rapturous applause while I feasted my eyes on that awesome, dripping wet arse, clad in the teeny tiny swimsuit I’d bought for him to wear. The man made a damn fine exit.

Everyone burst into laughter while I crossed my legs and imagined my own waxing in an attempt to wilt my inconvenient erection. Fail. Michael caught my eye and smirked. I should’ve known he hadn’t missed a thing. Canny fucker.

Sandy noted the time, and fifteen minutes later Reuben was back. It had taken longer than I expected, but we clapped him into the room with accompanying howls of laughter. And if there was a deeper red than beetroot, his fiery complexion had that sucker nailed.

“You are all seriously fucked,” he growled, the corners of his mouth twitching. “So very, very fucked, you may as well sell your arseholes now because they’re toast, do you understand me? Think you’re all so damn funny, don’t you? The poor woman nearly laughed herself into a coma when I walked into that room—I was shaking so hard.”

He slid into the water and scooped an armful of water at Jake and Mark. “There’s no way in hellyoudidn’t have something to do with that.” He glared at Mark who was pissing himself with laughter. Sandy was already sprinting for the bathroom holding his junk and squealing he needed to pee.

“You nailed it, babe. It wasallMark’s idea.” I swallowed a laugh because it was total lies. “You know what he’s like.”

Mark fired dagger eyes at me, and Reuben’s face lit up in a shit-eating grin. “I thought so. Well, as it happens, Mark, you’re up in five minutes, and I made sure to tell her to wax those tiny grapes of yours super clean.”

“Fuck.” Mark blanched and swallowed hard.

Reuben then eyeballed Mac. “And you’re not getting bloody waxed at all, are you?”

“Of course not.” Mac’s mouth fell open in horror. “Are you fucking crazy?”

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