Chapter 1: The Invitation
The envelope sat on our kitchen counter like a forbidden fruit, Tracy’s name scrawled across it in bold, black ink. I watched her slice it open with a butter knife, her sharp green eyes glinting with curiosity. She pulled out the card, a smirk curling her full lips as she read the contents aloud.
‘Tracy, you’re cordially invited to be the main event at Jake’s bachelor bash. Entertainment duties await. Bring your fire. – The Boys.’
I raised an eyebrow, leaning against the counter with my coffee mug in hand. ‘Entertainment duties? What, are you stripping for a bunch of horny frat boys now?’
Tracy laughed, a low, throaty sound that always sent a jolt straight to my core. ‘Oh, honey, if I’m stripping, they’ll be begging for mercy. But no, I think they want me to host—games, banter, maybe a little roasting. You know I’ve got a tongue sharper than a switchblade.’
I grinned, setting my mug down and stepping closer, the heat of her body pulling me in. ‘Yeah, I know all about that tongue. But a bachelor party? That’s a den of wolves, Trace. You sure you wanna walk into that?’
She turned to face me, her curves pressed against the edge of the counter, that defiant spark in her gaze. ‘Wolves don’t scare me, babe. I’m the alpha in any room. Besides, Jake’s a good guy. I owe him for getting me that gig last year. This is just a favor.’
I slid my hands onto her hips, pulling her closer, my voice dropping to a husky murmur. ‘A favor, huh? You gonna let those boys drool over you while I’m stuck here imagining all the trouble you’re getting into?’
Her fingers trailed up my chest, nails grazing just enough to tease. ‘Oh, you’ll be imagining plenty. But don’t worry, I always come home to my favorite toy.’ She winked, her hand dipping lower, brushing against the growing bulge in my jeans. ‘Speaking of, you hard already just thinking about it?’
‘Can you blame me?’ I growled, my grip tightening on her ass, pulling her flush against me. ‘My wife, the center of attention, strutting around a room full of guys who wish they could have a taste. It’s fucking hot.’
Tracy’s smirk widened, her breath hot against my ear as she whispered, ‘Good boy. Keep that cock ready for me. I’ll be back after the party, dripping wet and needing you to finish what they can only dream of starting.’
My pulse raced, heat flooding through me as I pushed her back against the counter, my lips crashing into hers. Her tongue met mine with fierce hunger, her hands tugging at my shirt as if she couldn’t wait another second. I could feel her heat through her thin leggings, her body already responding, and I knew we were seconds away from tearing each other apart right there on the kitchen floor.
‘Fuck, Trace,’ I panted, my hands sliding under her shirt, fingers brushing the edge of her bra. ‘You’re gonna make me lose it before you even leave.’
She pulled back just enough to flash me a wicked grin, her voice dripping with promise. ‘Save it, babe. I want you sweating and desperate when I get back. I’ve got plans for that hard cock of yours.’
And just like that, she slipped out of my grasp, leaving me aching and hungry, the taste of her still on my lips as I watched her saunter away to get ready for the night that would change everything.
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