Page 60 of Lust & Lollipops

“They’re not going to keep going with Survival though, are they?” I asked. “Bachelorette is much fairer for the women involved.”

“I’m not sure. If it’s highly regarded, I would imagine they’re going to keep it going.”

“Could we change that if we mated?”

I didn’t want any other women to get trapped on the island like I had. Not when the alternative was getting to choose their own mate on the other show.

“I don’t know. The Society’s rulers are not all-powerful. They work with two other couples, their right and left hands, to keep each other in check. If we could convince the right and left hands to change it, then yes. Undoubtedly. But we would still have the problem of dying male fae who are unwilling to play Bachelorette.”

“Like you.”

“Like me,” he agreed.

“Are any of the other guys as close to dying as you are?”

“No. Rhett’s the closest, but he has no desire to take a mate. He’s a few months younger than me, and plans to let himself fade.”

I sighed. “I like him, even though he threw me out of a plane.”

Cam chuckled. “You like me more.”

“Do I?” I drawled, using his go-to avoidance technique.

“You do.” He dug his thumbs into my shoulders again, and I bit back another groan.

“You’re too good at this. How many other women have you massaged?”

He snorted. “None. I watched instruction videos a few times. Promised myself I’d be able to use them one day. It about killed me not to be able to hold you or touch you every time they looked you over for a promotion because of me.”

“Not because of you.”

“You were always mine, so yeah, because of me.”

“You’re giving yourself too much credit.”

He chuckled. “And I don’t usually?”

My lips curved upward. “How did you realize the puzzle was a statue of me?”

“I’ve spent four years staring at you, Lollipop. I’ve memorized as much of you as you’ve let me.”

My face warmed at the words.

He was slyly mentioning that he’d never seen me naked.

“If you hadn’t been assigned to protect me, I’d have to call you my stalker,” I said into the sheets.

He laughed. “I’d wear the title with honor.”

“I’m sure you would.” A moment passed, and my amusement faded as I remembered him voting Chris off just because I didn’t hate the guy.

While I did understand his perspective of being unwilling to risk losing, it had been dangerous to remove the only guy other than him that I sort of jived with.

“Your pheromones are fading while I’m touching you, Lolli. Where’s your head?”

“My head? Right here.”

“You know I mean your thoughts.”

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