My gaze drops to her mouth.
Then back to her eyes.
She doesn’t move away, and neither do I.
This is a bad idea.
I know it.
I still don’t step back.
Her breath catches when my thumb shifts again.
That tiny sound goes straight through me.
Fuck.
I lower my hand at last, but the chocolate is still on my thumb.
And because all common sense has left the building, I lift it to my mouth and suck it off.
Ella watches me.
Her cheeks turn a deeper pink.
The look in her eyes gets my cock very excited again. Far more excited than he’s allowed to get in a public place
Fucking hell.
For one stupid second, I wonder what would happen if I kissed her.
Right here.
In the middle of my hotel.
“Tommy, there you are,” a female voice calls out from behind me.
Ella’s head jerks towards the sound, and she takes a small step back.
The space between us opens again, taking the moment with it.
I direct my gaze towards the person who had called my name and my heart sinks.
Christina.
Closely followed by Emma.
And Charlotte.
All three of them.
Oh, fuck.
Alex is dead.
“Hi, Tommy,” Emma says far too brightly.
I look at her.