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very dry. The words she spoke were snarky, but it was clear Sasha didn’t mind his intense perusal. She was the type of woman who relished the fact that she captured the attention of the entire male species. She owned it.
    And he wanted to own her.
    Unable to put voice to what he really wanted to say, Jackson went the altogether, uncultured male route. “Your hair looks different. What did you do?”
    She pursed her lips and gave him a classic “ you’re an idiot ” look. “Gee, Einstein. Nothing gets past you,” she snickered, picking up her clutch and wrap from the dining room table, ushering him back toward the front door. “Rylie and I went to a spa today and then a salon. I had a Brazilian blow-out.”
    All he heard was the word Brazilian and his eyes headed south between her legs. He might have even salivated.
    Her laughter brought his attention back to her hair.
    “Oh my God, you doofus. Not a Brazilian wax …a blowout. It’s a straightening technique to make curly hair silky straight.” She reached out for his hand, guiding it to her head and encouraging him to feel the texture.
    “See? Doesn’t it feel soft?” she smiled innocently.
    Almost as soft as her pussy .
    Jackson took a step back and cleared his throat, letting his hand drop to his side, when what he really wanted to do was run his fingers through her hair as she knelt in front of him, her hands and lips wrapped around his…
    Fuck , this was going to be a helluva long night if things kept up at this rate.
    “And as for the other Brazilian technique…well, that makes other female parts pretty soft and silky, as well. I may or may not have gotten one of those recently, too.”
    She stopped in front of him, cocking her head to the side, obviously waiting for his reaction. All he could do was nod his head in understanding.
    Trying to gain back some semblance of control, Jackson took the wrap from her hands, turning her around to face the door, placing the lacey material over her shoulders. He let his fingers linger there before gliding them down the length of her arm, caressing her light, olive-colored skin. He smiled when he felt her tremble underneath his touch.
    Leaning down so his mouth touched the shell of her ear, he whispered, “I remember all too well how soft and smooth your female parts are, Sasha,” he emphasized, his lips brushing down her neck. “My mouth, my fingers and my cock remember it, too.”
    Jackson circled his arm around her waist when she nearly stumbled reaching for the doorknob, catching her from careening into the door.
    “Watch yourself, Shorty. I’d hate for you to land on your knees in front of me.”
    He snickered as she wiggled out from his hold with a haughty, high-pitched squeak. Sasha was always game to dish it out, but couldn’t quite handle having it handed back to her. Turnabout was fair play.
    Once inside the car and headed to the hotel, their conversation once again moved into party planning mode.
    “So, have you given any more thought to the theme?” she asked, flipping down the visor to check her lipstick. “I’ve come up dry.”
    Honestly, with the week that he’d had so far, the bachelor party had been the furthest thing from his mind. But one idea had come to him after his trip to New York.
    “Yeah. I’m not quite sure why you’re so gung-ho on having a theme. Why don’t we just rent a small venue, have a live band play some fun music, and get everyone trashed? And maybe throw in some strippers for tradition’s sake.”
    Sasha’s hand came out like a whip to smack him, but he caught it mid-air, grabbing hold of her wrist and bringing it down to lay on his thigh. She squirmed, trying with little result to pull away, but he kept it there with a gentle squeeze. He groaned when she dug in her spiked nails as a warning, but he still didn’t let go.
    As if giving into the futility of it, she finally relented, her hand growing lax against the taut muscle of his quad. He liked this side of