I Booked a Male Dancer by Mistake for Our Anniversary and we Kept Him After the Performance

She clicked Deluxe on a singing-telegram form. Deluxe means the tux comes off, and her husband can't stop staring at the man wearing it.

GWEN
I read the terms and conditions, or I thought I did. So when I book my husband a singing telegram for our ninth anniversary, I'm not expecting the man in the tuxedo to look Wes dead in the eye and pull his bow tie loose while rocking his hips to a bass line.

When the dancer offers to change the song, I open my mouth to say yes. Then I look at my husband and the heat in his gaze changes my words. We'll take what I paid for.

WES
I'm a talker. Just ask my wife. But when the dancer is practically in my lap and puts my hands on the arms of the dining chair and says "those stay there." I lose every word I own. I've never wanted a man in my life, but when my wife suggests we try more, it's suddenly the best idea ever.

CY
I've got rules. I don't stay after the last song, and I don't go home with clients. Something is different about these two, and I break all my rules for them. But I'm an anniversary present. Presents don't get the happily ever after, do they?

A wrong click on a dropdown menu and one sexy dance brings together three people who never planned on each other.

Includes:
· Scorching MMF anniversary present
· An accidental male dancer, kept on purpose
· Husband's first-time bi awakening
· Filthy sweet threesome HEA