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“Don’t care. You wear them beautifully.”
She laughs, but her fingers weave through my hair again.
“I’m going to have to fuck them,” I tell her, pushing them together and licking both.
“I want that,” she says quietly, directing me to one tight bead of a nipple. I bite her gently before drawing her into my mouth. She moans and holds me tight to her. “I want everything,” she admits.
I do, too. I work my way up to her lips and kiss her breathless, until she turns her head and murmurs, “You’d better have a condom this time.”
“Oh, the condom fairy has visited.” I roll out of bed and head for the bathroom. Cora left a box with my toiletries, probably while we were cooking dinner.
Ash laughs when I hold up the value box. I toss it onto the bed so I can pull my shirt over my head and drop my pants and boxer briefs.
“I still feel bad about that condom dispenser,” I say, tearing one open and sliding it on. It was worth it, but yeah…I feel bad.
“Of course you do,” she says, smiling up at me as I lower myself over her.
This is nothing like our first time. It’s slow and rolling, building into something bigger.
I don’t know how I’m going to find it in me to walk away in three months. I wasn’t lying when I told her she was my walking wet dream—she’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Maybe she’s wrong for Gabriel Sinclair, but she’s so right for me.
When she clenches tight around me, biting my shoulder to keep from crying out, she drags me with her, making my world go bright. I make an unearthly sound at how good it feels to empty myself into her, how much I don’t want to stop.
I collapse on top of her and she strokes my back and makes a satisfied little noise.
God, I needed this. Every last ounce of pleasure wrung from my body. From hers. I must be crushing her, but I can’t move.
“Have I ruined you, Gabriel Sinclair?” she teases softly.
I lift myself enough to look down at her, a warm, buoyant feeling stealing over me. “Yeah,” I say on a breath, surprising myself.
“It’s only fair,” she says. Her kiss is soft and sweet and maybe I’m being reckless, but I don’t care if she knows she’s ruining me for other women.
We spend another day with Cora—who is satisfied we’ve worked things out—before we hit the road. I wish we could stay longer. I don’t see Cora as often as I want, but I have to be back in LA in a few days.
I’m not ready for this trip to be over. Not when Ash is right next to me. When I can touch her and taste her and fuck her anytime she wants me to. That’s going to be harder back home, impossible once my schedule picks up.
My hand is resting loosely on the stick shift, and Ashley’s hand slips over the top of mine. She smiles at me but turns back to the road like she wants to touch me without turning it into more.
I spread my fingers to capture hers. “Tell me something about you that would surprise me.”
Ash presses her lips together as she thinks. Then she smiles at me. “Wendy, fromLove on the Line, is my friend.”
“No shit.” I can’t keep the surprise out of my voice. I’ve never watched the show, but David filled me in. Ashley’s fight with Wendy was one of the biggest blowouts of the season. According to him, it cemented her as the villain.
“She needed to leave—a personal reason I’m not telling you—but she couldn’t tell the producers or she wouldn’t have a shot at coming back in a later season. We planned the whole betrayal thing. Luca was easy to manipulate into sending her home.”
“So you became the villain of the season to give her an out?”
Ashley laughs and shakes her head. “No, they cast me as the villain when I walked in the door and told them I was there to win, whatever the cost. It just forced me to out myself sooner than I planned.”
“So you didn’t get the villain edit?”
She wrinkles her nose. “It wasn’t much of an edit.” She’s quiet for a moment, lost in her thoughts, her thumb sliding along the side of my hand, back and forth. “Honestly, I would have edited the show the same. The storyline was perfect—my rise, my fall. Poppy could have been the villain of the season, but it wouldn’t have been as exciting. She was impulsive and bombastic, rather than calculating. The only thing I’d have done differently, if it was my show, would be to make the villain relatable at the end. They didn’t even try.” She smiles at me, and it’s a rueful sort of smile. “Maybe it wasn’t possible to give the things I did on that show a sympathetic bent.”
I don’t want her to dwell on what she did for that show, however scripted or edited it was. Or wasn’t. “How did you and Wendy become friends?”
Ash smiles and this time it’s warm. “The first night at the meet and greet, I was sizing up the competition when she started talking to me. I thought either she’s foolish or way smarter than anyone is giving her credit for. And after that…I don’t know. She was a kitten thrown into a shark tank, and when the sharks came for her, like Poppy trying to turn Luca against her, I stepped in.”
