Page 191 of Ashley & the A-Listers

Every part of the alpha in Ashley roared to life, because the only beta that belonged with Cam was River and?—

“Was River there?” she asked.

Cam nodded. “He’s always there.”

“And he doesn’t care?”

“Nah,” Cameron said.

“River’s not an alpha,” Dylan remarked dryly from across the room.

Fuck. Dylan was still here.

Ashley couldn’t see him around Cameron, but she felt his smugness through the bond and she wanted to smack him for it.

Cameron continued to move against her, and Ashley tried to deny the warmth blooming low and hot, but she couldn’t.

Ashley groaned and covered her face, cheeks aglow, and Cameron came to a stop, the ball resting between them.

“Surely you’re not getting turned on right now?” Cameron asked, a bit of disbelief in his voice.

“Bingo,” Dylan called out.

“Dylan, shut up!” Ashley griped.

“No,” he said simply, and his amusement chimed through the bond.

Fucker was so relaxed in the cuck chair, she’d let him stay there.

“It’s so not sexy when there are five people telling you to shift your elbow or tilt your head differently, or when you’re pausing every three minutes to rerun the same movements. Then there’s the lights and all the cameras and the reshoots from different angles and?—“

“I know, I know! I just can’t help it when we’re like—this,” she said, and motioned to their predicament.

“Wow,” Cameron mused. “You must bereallyattracted to me.”

“Oh my god,” Ashley groused, wanting to melt through the mattress and straight to hell.

“Nothing to be ashamed about. I know I’m pretty hot?—“

Ashley cut off Cameron’s words by cupping him around the back of the neck and pulling him down to her.

He tasted like mint, fresh and bright, and she wondered how many candy mints he’d eaten on set already.

Ashley reached between them and tore away that stupid deflated ball, tossing it off the small bed. Cam sank into her, right between her thighs, and this time when he ground into her, she could feel him.

She wasn’t the only one affected.

A muffled growl slipped out, and Ashley flipped them with a palm pressed to Cam’s shoulder, pushing him down to the mattress before she climbed atop the omega.

If Dylan wanted to watch, she’d give him a show.

43. REAL

CAMERON

A gasp slipped out as Ashley pressed him into the mattress, sliding over his lap.

Without the ball between them, she straddled him, and his nude little shorts hid nothing.

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