Page 190 of Ashley & the A-Listers

When she cranked her head around to glare at him, she found him seated in the chair, finding his place in a book.

“Whose team are you on?”

“Why?” Cameron asked, instead of letting Ashley deflect like she wanted to.

Ashley threw her hands up. “I don’tknow,” she said.

“Would it help if I showed you?” Cameron asked. “So you can see it’s not what you’re thinking.”

Showed her? Were they conspiring against her?

“I—I…”

But Cam was already tugging that loop on her pants, pulling her across the room.

She tried to catch Dylan’s gaze as they walked right past him, but he was nothing but amused.

Maybe a little aroused.

Fucker.

Cam pushed her to a seat on the couch bed and motioned for her to lay down.

“Get comfy. I’ll show you exactly what Lane and I were doing.”

“We don’t—it’s okay, there’s no need to?—“

Cameron pressed two confident hands against her shoulders and pushed her down to the cushions.

Then he picked up the half-deflated ball and held it out to her. “Feel it. See how there’s still air in it?”

Ashley squeezed the tough material between her fingers. “Yeah, sure,” she said, stomach twisting with nerves and?—

Cam stripped off his robe, revealing a few other red kiss marks along his collarbone and chest, and Ashley shut her mouth because she wasn’t sure what would come out of it besides the growl at the base of her throat.

His shorts were still intact, and now that she was close up, it was obvious there was cloth covering his important bits. From further away, it had looked more like a trick of the eye.

“We put this,” he began, grabbing the ball and placing it against his groin, “between us.” Then he crawled atop her.

Ashley huffed, and on the small mattress they had to make several adjustments to get all their body parts in place, but once they were…

“See? Nothing sexy about it,” Cameron said.

The ball was carefully placed between them, cupping Cam’s groin but smooth against her. “This keeps the actors from touching,” he said.

Then he moved.

Her cheeks flared, because it was a perfect mimicry of the real action, and she flashed back to every other time they’d been together. To Cam, desperate and needy and never satisfied.

“Are you still filming today?” she asked.

Cam shook his head.

“Good,” she muttered, and lifted her hand to smudge a lipstick mark off him with her thumb.

His skin pebbled beneath her touch.

He ground against her, the movements fluid and smooth as if they really were fucking, and Ashley tried to convince herself it wasn’t sexy. Maybe to him in the moment of filming it wasn’t, but here and now with him above her and his scent smothered with that actor’s light floral one and his lips stained on her omega’s skin…

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