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Peeking over to Colt, my stomach dropped. The way he was looking at Mireya had my insides turning all gooey. His hand came up as he pushed her hair back and chuckled. “She has so much hair, you could put those little Velcro bows in it.”

Dear God. He knew about the little Velcro bows? My heart was gonna explode. He kept talking and my insides kept melting. “Wow! Her eyelashes are so long.” Glancing at me quickly, he gave me a wink. “Isn’t she so precious?”

If I hadn’t been holding the baby, I would have dropped to the floor and told Colt to take me. The throbbing between my legs was unreal. I was ready to blow off this little party Grace had organized and take Colt back to my house and have my wicked way with him.

Licking my lips, I couldn’t pull my eyes from Colt, who was now gazing down at Mireya and talking baby talk to her.

I felt someone come up next to me. Hot breath was next to my ear as Grace whispered, “Don’t even think about it.”

Snapping my head to her, I asked, “What?”

She narrowed her eye at me as she tilted her head. “Please, I see it all over your face. This party is for you, missy! Calm the hormones and put them to rest.”

Colt’s head bolted up, “What? What’s going on?”

Grace scooped the baby from my arms and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Nothing for you to worry about, Colt.” Snuggling her nose into the crook of Mireya’s neck, Grace went on. “Isn’t that right my sweet little niece? The big bad boys have to leave so the girls can get their party on.”

Luke chuckled and asked, “Why am I worried, Grace?”

Grace looked up at Luke, lips parted open in a state of surprise. “I have no idea what you are talking about, big brother. I simply planned a little get-together with all my girls. We need some one-on-one time. Besides, Lauren asked me for a bit of advice a few weeks back, so I’ve invited a friend of mine to help her with the subject.”

Looking at Grace with a confused expression, she moved her tongue in her mouth and pushed her cheek out.

Sucking in a breath, I knew instantly what she was talking about. Blow jobs! Grace was having a Blow Job workshop party. Oh my glitter! This just turned into something totally different.

“Shut up!” I said as I smiled at Grace.

Giving me a slight pop of her head, she said, “I told you I wouldn’t let you down.”

“Wait, what is going on? I’m confused. Y’all are having a study group?”

Grace slowly turned and looked at Colt as I attempted to hold back my laughter. “Yeah, Colt. We’re having a study group party.” Grace shook her head and rolled her eyes at Colt.

Colt frowned and looked at me. “That doesn’t sound like fun.”

Luke started laughing as he took Mireya from Grace. “If I know my sister, Colt, they are in for more than just fun tonight.”

Grace dropped her mouth open and placed her hand on her heart like she was stunned. “That hurts. I’m being falsely accused.”

Luke made a face and said, “Uh huh. Just don’t get into trouble. No drinking and driving and don’t get my wife trashed. I intend on making love to her when I get home tonight.”

Grace slammed her hands over her ears and began singing, “La la la la!”

Luke walked over to Libby and let her kiss Mireya good-bye. She was spending the night at Grace and Jack’s, Colt’s grandparents’ house. They offered to take Mireya so that Luke and Libby could enjoy a night out with all of us.

Colt pulled me into his arms and searched my face. “You sure you want to stay for a study group?”

I giggled at how naïve he was being. “It’s a blow job workshop, Colt.”

His eyes widened in surprise, and he went to talk but nothing came out. “A w-what?”

“Blow job workshop.”

Swallowing hard, he whispered, “Holy fuck.”

Winking, I leaned up on my tippy toes and kissed him. “Maybe tonight I can try out what I learn on you.”

The lust that danced across Colt’s face had me needing him desperately. “I just came in my pants.”

Throwing my head back, I laughed. Looking at him, I hit him lightly on the chest and gave him a little push. “Go have fun with the guys. Be careful, Colt.”

Kissing me hard and fast, Colt smiled against my lips. “Always, sweetheart. I love you.”

“Love you too, Colt.”

After the guys left, Libby clapped her hands and said, “All right! Let’s get this workshop going!”

Libby walked around with a bottle of wine as she filled up each of our glasses. The only person who didn’t have any wine was Taylor. She never was much of a person for drinking.