“There’s not a chance some man’s putting his hands all over you, Elena.” I turned, my lips pulling into a frown. “Do strippers touch?” “It’s called a fucking lap dance, baby,” he growled. “Oh,” I said nonchalantly and turned back around. “Good to know.” “Good to know, why?” “I’ll have to shave.” That comment got me tossed on the bed, and I was laughing before I hit the mattress.
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