Martin’s Reviews > John Wilder Gets Schooled > Status Update

“Daddy, hurry up!” Gracie said, tugging at the hem of my shirt. “We can’t be late! Mr. Smith will see!” She glanced toward the front door like she expected her teacher to be standing there with a stopwatch.

"Wilder, you missed all the good bits. Like did he pick you out of a lineup and say, ‘I want that hot daddy to dance for me’?”
“Jesus,” I said. “How do you think stripping works? It’s not a fucking buffet."

Gracie was one of nature’s organizers—something she obviously got from her mother because her father couldn’t organize his way out of a paper bag. He could shimmy out of a pair of assless chaps just fine, though—and why was I even thinking about that?

It was honestly kind of a rush, having everyone watching me. When I was stripping, I wasn’t the pastor’s kid who’d fucked up, or the single dad who was always late for drop-off, or the guy who slept through his alarm. I was the hot guy, and everybody wanted me.

Wow, this is the best start of a mm romance I've seen in a long time.