Page 42 of Glamour & Gumballs

I slid off his erection, and his grip tightened for a moment before he released me.

Climbing off the bed, I let myself look at him for a moment.

He was gigantic.

Those monstrous wings and massive horns were beautiful, in their own way. His chiseled muscles were perfect—that much was undebatable. And his cock?

Damn.

He sat up without mentioning the way I was staring at him. A quick glance at his face told me his eyes were on my body the way mine had been on his, hence his lack of acknowledgement.

Forcing my gaze off him, I found my robe on the edge of the bed and slipped it over my shoulders. I was tying it around my middle when Rhett stepped beside me and held out my bra and panties.

“I don’t need those,” I said, grabbing them and tossing them onto the mattress.

It was time to push him a little.

His forehead creased. “Why not?”

“We’re getting massages. I’m not wearing underwear through it. A robe is easy to take off.”

His nostrils flared.

That was anger.

He didn’t like the idea of me being naked during a massage?

Interesting.

“We’re having breakfast first,” he said.

“So?”

His nostrils flared again. “Kyle could come back to the room and find them.”

I lifted an eyebrow. “And that’s a problem because…”

“Because you’re mine, Erin.” His fist tightened on the fabric.

If he had asked or even ordered me to put them on, I would’ve done it. I honestly would’ve rather worn them than waltz around the spa in nothing but a thin cotton robe. Everyone there would see the outline of my tits through the fabric, and the chance of flashing more was high.

But, for the sake of chaos, I’d play.

“Am I?” I asked.

“Yes.”

The woman knocked on the door again.

Rhett clenched his jaw, and tucked the undergarments in his pocket. I was a little disappointed he hadn’t stood up for how he felt and what he wanted, but I didn’t say as much.

He didn’t take my hand as he strode to the door, or as he pulled it open for me.

I didn’t offer it.

I was still waiting to see whether or not he was willing to fight for me. It was one thing to say he wanted me when we were horny in bed together, but it was something else entirely to act like it when there were other people around.

Our arms brushed as he stepped into place beside me on the way to the kitchen, but otherwise we didn’t touch. I could feel Jordan’s attention on us, and caught a glimpse of his curiosity when I did, but I wasn’t about to clarify anything.

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