Page 192 of Ashley & the A-Listers

“You’re excited, too,” Ashley pointed out, and Cam wanted to whine, but didn’t.

“Becauseyou’rethe one in the bed with me,” he said, trying to make her understand.

He didn’t like that his alpha was upset.

She’s notreallyyour alpha,a small voice in his head tried to convince him.

There was no room for that kind of logic in this moment, and Cameron wiggled beneath her, reaching for her.

She came to him, planting a hand on either side of his head, and Cam’s lungs were hard to fill with air.

He decided he didn’t need it, because she kissed him, her lips soft as he parted beneath them. Their tongues twined and Ashley combed a hand through his hair, tilting his head back.

Visions flashed like lightning through his mind of his heat, of her atop him and beneath him, around him.

He felt all those memories at once, out of focus and overlaying the present. Warmth coursed through him, winding down his spine and settling between his legs. He was turned on more in this moment, so quickly desperate, than he’d been for even a second with that actor.

He wanted Ashley.

And he knew he needed to get these shorts off before he ruined them.

“Off,” he mumbled into the kiss. “The shorts.”

Ashley blinked down at him and then glanced to her right, over to Dylan.

“What, like you want me to leave?” he drawled, followed by the flip of a page in the book.

Ashley smirked. He didn’t get to watch last time. It was only fair.

Turning back to Cam, she rolled her eyes before sitting up and hovering her fingers over the waistband of the nude shorts.

He lifted his hips and her smooth, rounded nails lightly brushed against his skin as she undressed him.

Chills broke out in the wake of her touch, and as he stared up at her, he realized for the first time that she was still completely dressed.

“Is this even allowed?” she asked quietly. “Sex on set?”

“Because of the intimate scene, today was a short day. I’m not needed back on set, so it’s not my problem,” Cameron explained, sitting up to meet her in the middle. She was above him, as usual, so he tipped his head up to meet her gaze, fingers tapping at the hem of her shirt.

She nodded, and Cam slid his hands underneath, her skin so fucking warm against his palms. The fabric bunched around his wrists as he continued north, up her sides and arms as he pushed the shirt off her.

She remained in a sports bra, one that zipped in the front, the silver zipper gleaming as if just asking him to tug it down.

“I like this one,” he mused, placing a finger against the metal.

“Of course you do,” she muttered. He sensed affection in her tone, and slowly tugged the zip down.

Her abs flexed as he laid a hand against her hip, so affected by his touch it made his heart thump.

The zip gave way and Ashley shrugged out of it, breasts swaying faintly and tipped with perfectly pink nipples, already hard from the cool air.

Impatient, he leaned forward and captured one with his lips, her hum of approval encouraging, as was the hand she scratched through his messy curls.

Her scent was all around him, and he was never going back on suppressants again because ofthis. The bite of ginger in her scent, so electric in its intensity, without the fog of suppressants to dull it.

The mix of their scents together? Vanilla and ginger and lemon and the sweetness of the honey. Downright intoxicating.

Ashley tightened her fingers in his hair, pulling him away from her, and he whined at first, reaching for her, but it was only long enough to strip the leggings from her body.

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