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“Oh yeah?”
“Mm-hmm. I want sixty minutes added back to the clock and you in those strappy heels from last night.”
“Well, that’s going to have to wait. I promised Michael that I’d help at the bar tonight. We have duel stag parties and the place is going to be a madhouse.”
“I’ll come with you. Maybe I can help.”
“You want to help at the bar? Amidst the craziness of a bachelor and bachelorette party?” January looked from his crisp black button-down shirt to his dress pants that fit snug across his thighs. “Dressed like that?”
He leaned down, wrapping his arms around her and cupping her butt with two open palms. “Mm-hmm. That way, I can still grab your ass all night.”
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Brecken
Watching January takeorders from a group of bachelors who were appreciating the view a little too much, their eyes lingering on her cleavage a little too long, Brecken realized the absolute last thing a man wants to have hit him when there was nothing he could do about it.
He was a goner.
Slice him up with the limes for the shitty tequila this party had been downing like water, he was done.
He loved her.
“How are those limes coming?”
“Uh, right—” He cleared his throat. “They’re right here.” Brecken placed the limes on a tray for Michael and adjusted his rolled sleeves.
They worked in an assembly line. January took the orders, Michael mixed drinks, and Brecken kept track of tabs and cut the limes. All while tracking January’s movements like a lovesick fool, which was accurate.
He felt sick.
Nauseous, light-headed, clammy.
January looked over her shoulder, meeting his gaze and smiling before turning her attention back to the group of giggling women and ogling men lined up at the bar with their shot glasses. He watched her with a tightening in his gut and a twitch of his dick that reminded him they still had business. Unfinished business that included him making her moan and scream his name so loudly the sound was permanently ingrained in his mind.
He walked up behind her and leaned down so his lips barely touched her ear.
“This is torture,” he grumbled, grabbing her ass.
She turned.
“You don’t have to help. I told you, we have this. Michael and I have done this before.”
“Glad to know my help is appreciated, but that isn’t what I was referring to,” he said, leaning against her so she could feel his frustration pressing up against her back.
“Seems like you have a problem. A problem that could only be solved with something like maybe a blow job?”
“Now, you’re talking. Let’s get out of here.”
“No need to go anywhere. I can take care of that right here.” Her eyes drifted to his crotch and back up. “Michael, can I get a round of blow job shots?” she asked, steeling her eyes to his.
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January
She bither bottom lip and held back a smile, only feeling a tiny bit bad as the bachelorette party swarmed around Brecken, fawning over him as if he were the only man in the bar. Suddenly, the bachelors were taking a lot more notice of their female counterparts now that they saw the competition and how badly they were lacking.
If she hadn’t seen him in his element and heard his stories of not fitting in as a kid, she would have believed he was perfectly at ease. But the clenching and unclenching of his fists and the way he held himself, which was a little too stiffly, only served as a reminder that this was a man, who hadn’t always been the successful, rich, custom-suit wearing, devastatingly handsome man standing at the other end of the bar.
