Page 193 of Ashley & the A-Listers

As she crawled over him again, she lowered her lips to a spot on his neck, nipping gently.

His breath caught, lungs filled, heart stopped. But then she slipped away to another patch of skin, one on his torso, then lower. He glanced down at her and found her lips pressed atop a swatch of bright red.

Where Lane had kissed him.

“I don’t like his scent on you,” Ashley said softly. Her gaze flicked up to him, dark and full of desire. “Mine.”

Camshiveredat the possessiveness in her voice.Yours,he wanted to shout, wishing her teeth would sink in deep, mark him as… hers.

Bond him.

The thought was intoxicating, making him whine for something he didn’t even know was missing until this moment.

She settled over him, trapping his cock against his stomach and grinding. He rocked up into her, slick already easing the glide between them.

God, he wanted her, snug and tight around him, squeezing the life out of him with that lock.

“Alpha,” he whined, and Ashley shushed him gently.

“How soundproof is this trailer?” she asked with an arched brow.

Point taken, Cameron bit his bottom lip and stared up at her, waiting like a good little omega.

Ashley planted her hands on his chest, smudging away another waxy lipstick mark, and ground her cunt against him. Her arms flexed, muscles taut as she teased him, and arousal struck Cam anew.

The friction was divine, and Cam moaned, the sound trapped behind his closed lips, hands reaching for her. He caught her around the waist, but let her lead, setting the pace as she fucked against him.

“I didn’t know what was harder,” she began, voice rocking with the motions. “Listening and watching, knowing exactly what he was doing to you,” she said. “Or waiting in here and having to imagine it.”

Cam’s chest caved in with a breath. “It wasn’t r?—“

“Real, I know,” Ashley purred, and pressed into her knees to sit up. “But this is,” she said, and sank down on him in one smooth move.

Cam kicked his head back into the daybed, lips parting with a cry—a muffled one, since Ashley swallowed the sound with a kiss.

She was tight and wet and perfect around him, and he hardly had time to revel in it before she was moving.

Distantly he heard the flap of a page, and remembered Dylan was there. Was he feeling everything through her? Her pleasure, her excitement?

Was he reallyreadingright now?

When Ashley broke the kiss, Cam sucked in a breath and rolled his head to the right. Sure enough, Dylan was in the chair, and not paying them a bit of attention. Hewasactually reading, far too focused on his book.

Fine. If he wanted to suffer in the cuck chair, he could.

“You want to know what else is real?” Ashley asked, hips moving, breath coming short.

“What?”

Cam just wanted to make his alpha feel good, and dug his fingers into her hip, gazing up at her. Long dark hair spilled over her shoulders, and as she leaned forward it fell around them, a curtain.

“Ask me why I’ve been working on my house so much,” she demanded.

He was helpless but to comply. “Why?”

She leaned down and nuzzled at his cheek. “To sell it.”

When she sat back up, Cameron’s brow was furrowed up at her. “Why?”

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