Page 187 of Entangled

Jasper gives me a look of silent reproach under his dark lashes.

Right. Tell her first. Got it.

Whoops.

Eden tugs at her wrist in my grip as she tries to back up, but that isnothappening. No more running. I yank her close to me, grasping her other wrist and holding her an inch from my body. An inch before I stain and coat and wreck that virtuous little dress with the slipperiness on my skin.

She gasps, staring at me through her glasses with prettily shocked eyes. Her forearms flex in my grip, and as her gaze drops, rolling over my chest with reluctant, indecent interest, her tongue comes out to tease her lower lip.

Relieved smugness rolls through my chest. She’s not turning me down.

I’m about sixty percent sure.

“You had something to say to me, beautiful?” I prompt.

I want this conversation to happen. I want it to be over.

I want to kiss her.

Her throat works as she swallows, then she nods. “Could we go somewhere?”

I glance at Jasper, and he gives me a slight smile. With a final nervous grin at him, I tug her toward the trees.

Women are still crowded around us, staring at me as lasciviously as Eden is, but with none of her pitiful attempts to hide it.

One of the women, Corinne, whoops as she passes us, drink in hand. “Looking good, sweet cheeks!”

Her friend wolf whistles, and I grin, then whistle back.

Eden glares in their direction, so ferociously that it startles a laugh out of me.

“Jealous?” I tease, and she lets out a harsh, exasperated sound.

“Just a little tired of people trying tomakeme jealous,” she snipes, with a glance to her right.

I follow it to see Jayk sitting up on one of the raised platforms. A half-dozen women are clustered around them, and one woman I haven’t met yet is sitting stiffly on his lap.

Hmm. Eden’s not wrong. Itdoeslook like a classic afternoon special move. Poor guy has it bad if he’s resorting to the cheap tricks.

Jayk’s eyes are locked on us, and I give him a friendly little wave.

He flicks his pocketknife open.

The cutie.

“Want to makehimjealous?” I ask, and Eden’s steps slow.

“That would be immature,” she says, glancing up at me.

“Childish, even,” I agree.

Something sparkles in her eyes, and she begins to turn back to him. I catch her chin, angling it back toward me.

“No, no, no. You can’tlookat him.” I roll my eyes, and a confused crinkle appears between her brows.

“I can’t?”

Her lips are rosy, parted, and my dick strains. I know how good she feels.

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