Page 50 of Glamour & Gumballs

It was absolutely vicious.

I loved it.

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ERIN

Rhett silently woke me up in the middle of the night, his eyes tired but warm as they moved over my face. There was a question in them.

I bit my lip but nodded, tilting my head to the side.

He lowered his mouth to my throat, and sucked lightly.

My grip on his chest tightened as wetness gathered between my thighs.

He sucked harder, and I bit back a moan.

It took everything I had not to rock against him, chasing my pleasure.

We had to keep it short and sweet. There were too many snoring bastards around to do anything else.

Rhett sucked harder, his hand catching my breast and grazing my hard nipple through my damp shirt. I’d need to take it off at a strategic time the next day.

After another moment, he pulled away, leaving me wet and horny as I caught my breath as silently as possible.

His illusion touched my mind.

“That was fucking sexy, and I’m still hard from earlier. The next time I get you alone, I’m not walking away until I’ve had you on my cock. Sleep well, Chaos.”

His words and the peaceful image of us snuggling alone on the dry, warm beach lulled me back to sleep much faster than I expected.

Some part of me felt the light rain falling over us, washing away the scent of our desire and helping our plan.

Maybe the rain wasn’t so bad after all.

The next morning, the plan started in full swing. The rain had stopped, so it felt like the sky was giving my evil plan its blessing.

The men were determined to start treating me better, which was exactly why the plan was starting when it was.

We had to take advantage of their stupidity, after all.

“Hey, Erin,” Harker said cheerfully, as he and Kyle walked up to me together. “Want to take a walk with us to refill a few water bottles?”

I leaned back against the log behind me. Though the sun was rising, and the island was finally starting to feel warm, I was still wearing my uncomfortably wet shirt.

Because between that and my hair, which I’d taken down from my ponytail, the hickey on my neck was totally hidden.

Ideally, I wanted to target Julian with my plan… but Harker would work if Julian didn’t give me the opportunity.

Or maybe it would work out better if I went off with multiple men.

Hmm.

So many wicked options. I loved it.

“No,” I said flatly. “I’m not walking off with both of you to give you a chance to try to befriend me if you’re not willing to risk being seen talking to me alone.”

I felt eyes on us.

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