Bachelor Party Aftermath

Seth wakes up tangled in hotel sheets, warm skin against him. Not his fiancée’s. Bella the stripper lounges like she owns the mattress, her bare leg hooked over his thigh. He sits up so fast his head spins. One-night chaos from the bachelor party slaps him awake. Wedding ring still missing. Heart sinks. Bella stretches, lazy grin. “Technically not married yet,” she murmurs, tracing lazy circles on his chest. “She never needs to know.” Her hand drifts lower, nails scratching lightly through the sheet that tents over his morning wood. Seth swallows, glances at the door like the betrayal police might burst in. “Continental breakfast is downstairs,” she coos. “I figured I’d have a little ‘continental’ breakfast right here.” She tugs the sheet away. His cock bobs, already flushed and heavy. Bella licks her lips, eyes sparkling mischief. “Last hurrah?” Seth knows he should bolt, but when her warm mouth seals around him, tasting like heat and forgiveness he doesn’t deserve, every sane thought evaporates in one slick, wet pull. He sinks back, groaning. Guess he’s having that amuse-bouche after all.