Page 71 of Wolf It Down, Knot Me Up

I blink at him, then laugh. “Sure. Why not? The guests will love you.”

I step aside, and he marches inside. The moment he enters the room, the women lose their shit all over again.

He wastes no time setting up his speaker on the coffee table we pushed out from between the long couches. He studies the space he has available to perform, and after a few seconds, he clicks on his music. He steps forward, and the women are hooting for him.

Wolf presses a shoulder against the wall next to me and folds his arms across his chest. “This should be fun.”

The mask stays on as the stripper’s clothes begin disappearing, piece by piece. The jacket is shouldered off and thrown straight into Debbie’s lap. Next, the shirt, and he takes his time with the buttons. The women are throwing bills and screaming for more while he rolls his hips and reaches for his belt.

I’m laughing at the entertainment.

He unfastens his pants, drags them slowly over his hips all while bending over, and just as they hit the floor, a huge hand locks over my eyes.

“No,” Wolf says in my ear. “That’s not for you.”

I swat at his arm, giggling. “Excuse me. Someone has to watch.”

“That’s what your ears are for. As long as they are hollering and laughing, you know it’s fine.”

“You’re being jealous.” I manage to pry his fingers away and peek around him, as he’s now standing in front of me. “I mean, the guy’s okay. Decent arms. Nothing you’d brag about.”

Wolf’s eyebrows shoot up. “He’s okay?” His expression is extremely entertaining.

“Yep, but Roman’s got better shoulders. Grayson wins on arms. And you…” I lower my gaze gradually down Wolf’s body. “You could throw that man across the room.”

Wolf grins slowly. “Fascinating how you skipped over the part I’d win by a fucking landslide.”

My lack of control ruins me as my gaze drops straight to his groin.

His expression morphs into something completely filthy. “Oh yeah. You got it now.”

Heat flares over my face. “No one said you won.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t have to.”

“You look so pleased with yourself.” I roll my eyes.

The corners of his mouth curve upward. “So you have been comparing us.”

I open my mouth to argue, except he’s absolutely right, and close it again.

Wolf grins. “Best bachelorette party ever.”

I glance over to the stripper who is down to a gold thong. He’s rocking his hips, and several women are up on their feet.

“You should see my moves,” Wolf whispers.

“Would love to.”

His steel-gray eyes linger on me longer than a normal person would stare. “Upstairs, later. I’ll show you.” He pauses. “Then you can show me yours.”

“I don’t think so. I’m not agreeing to some crazy dance challenge.”

In the middle of the room, the stripper turns slowly toward the couches, and women howl.

“You’re enjoying this too much,” Wolf whispers in my ear. “Is it the mask that’s doing it for you?”

“I mean, it’s interesting.”