Page 44 of Glamour & Gumballs

“Don’t even think about it.” His voice made me warm.

“Or what?” I tossed back.

The massage therapists knocked on the door and stepped inside before he could answer.

As I got comfortable, the briefest flicker of an illusion flashed through my mind.

Me, bent over the edge of the table while he drove into me from behind, pinning my hands beneath his.

I grinned into the table.

My plan was totally going to get his dominance out, and then we were really going to have fun.

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ERIN

Unfortunately, Jordan announced it was time to head out as soon as the massages were over. The massage therapists left us to get dressed, and my guard turned his back to us, studiously looking away.

Someone had cleaned our island clothes and left them folded on a table beside my robe, so I headed for them instead. The robe wasn’t exactly great for sand, beaches, or rain.

I stepped into my running shorts, then reached for my sports bra. Before I grabbed it, Rhett caught my hands.

His eyes leveled with mine. “We need to talk.”

My stomach clenched even though I knew it couldn’t have been that bad of a conversation.

Shit, he was terrible with introductions. We needed to chat about that.

“How long until we leave?” I asked Jordan.

“You’ve got about five minutes,” he said, without turning toward us.

Five minutes wasn’t great.

“I made a deal with Kyle,” he said.

I blinked.

Kyle made a deal with both of us?

Bastard.

“I’m going to continue acting like I don’t want a mate while we’re on the island,” he said. “It’s working so far. None of the men are suspicious. Kyle will do what he can to continue making it sound like I’m not a threat. I won’t be able to play hard in every challenge if I want to sell it, and I won’t be able to go on every reward.”

“Can you handle that, given the possessiveness?”

“I’ll have to.”

I tugged my hands free of his grasp and pulled my bra over my head. It had taken some wrestling to get it on before the game began, but those days were over. I’d already lost a little weight from the starvation. “Are you absolutely sure you want to do that? Because I’m not committing to you until you’ve convinced me you’re certain, and we’re not there yet.”

His eyes flashed.

His hands landed on my bare waist. He was still naked, but I definitely didn’t mind.

I got the feeling he wanted to walk me backward until he had me pinned to the wall, but he didn’t.

“I’m not wondering, Chaos. You’re mine, even when you’re trying to push my buttons.”

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