Page 28 of The Villain Edit

“I’m honored.” Oddly enough, I am.

“You should be.” She huffs. “Now tell me something shockingly filthy.”

I laugh and rest my head in my hands to stare up at the ceiling. Welcome back, Ashley.

Something shocking and filthy…I don’t need to ask her if she’s sure she wants that—it’s a command. My arm blocks my view of her, making it surprisingly easy to say, “I used your bikini to get off in the shower after you left.”

She sits up. “Gabriel Sinclair, you didwhat?”

I chuckle at how fake-scandalized she sounds, but there’s surprise in her voice too. “I wrapped that excuse for a bikini around my cock while I fucked my hand. I’ll buy you a new one.”

She covers her mouth with her hand, tips her head back, and laughs.

I grin. Two can play this game and she started it with my stick shift.

“You owe me.” She punches me lightly in the kidney, lying back with a smug little laugh. She liked hearing what I did as much as I enjoyed telling her. And I enjoyed telling her—I’m painfully hard again.

“Sure.” I fake a yawn and rub my ribs.

I dream of her in a moonlit pool, riding me, her wet tits slapping my chest. In the morning I wake up impossibly hard, with Ash’s hand wrapped around my cock.

Chapter eight

Ashley

I’mholdingGabe’scock.

I was asleep and now I’m not and I’m holding his fucking cock and I can’t tell if he’s awake or not, but I amfreaking out.

I don’t sleep with people in my bed because I move around at night. A lot. So I’m not terribly surprised to wake up using his stomach as my pillow, but Iamsurprised to find my hand curled around his massive hard-on.

He’s going to kill me. This is so much worse than the accidental grope in the car. It doesn’t look like an accident, for one, and for two, my mouth is watering.

If this weren’t fake, if this man wasn’t Gabriel Sinclair, I’d blow him awake. He’d pull me onto his face. We might get out of bed before lunch. But thisisGabriel Sinclair and despite what he claims to have done with my bikini—I have to clench my legs when I remember his rough voice telling me in the dark—it doesn’t seem like something he’d approve of.

His dick twitches and my hand jerks a tiny, tiny bit. I want to stroke him so damn bad. I’m already wet when a small damp spot appears on his sleep pants where the tip of his cock presses and I stare at it, wanting.

If he’s not already awake, he will be soon. After everything that happened last night…I want him to want to try to make this work.Iwant this to work.

I want him to kiss me like he did last night, but this time for the cameras.

Maybe I want him to kiss me like that for me, because fuck, what this man could do with a mouth like his…

My hand tightens reflexively and I’m pretty sure that soft little mewling sound came from me too.

“Ash.”

He whispers my name but I still jump, my hand squeezing hard enough he gasps.

I bolt to the bathroom, slamming the door.

Fuck, what have I done?

I pace, my hand to my forehead, my whole body on fire. Now I’ve done it. Ruined everything. This is why I don’t let anyone in my bed, tell people I can’t swim, or let them get too close to the real me. Nearly drowning scared the shit out of me. That’s the only reason I opened up to him, but last night was nice and—

Fuck.

Icarewhat Gabriel Sinclair thinks about me. About me accidentally groping him, not about me as a person. Right?

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