Page 99 of Flirt
Strutting the rest of the way across the room, Asher came to a stop directly in front of Cameron with a cocksure smile. He waited, making sure he had Cameron’s attention, then slid his palms down his glistening chest while he thrust his hips, making his loincloth bounce.
“You like?”
“I hate you,” Cameron muttered, doing his best to glare. His dick, however,likeda lot. “You do know my parents are here, right?”
“I already said hello. Your mom asked if she could be my Jane.”
Of course, she did. Traitor.
“I’m sure my dad loved that.”
“He said he’d arm wrestle her for who gets to be Jane.”
That didn’t surprise him, not even a little. Most of the time, he loved having parents with big hearts and open minds. This was not one of those times.
“I need a drink.”
Setting his punch glass down on a nearby table, Cameron strode off toward the patio doors, confident his Tarzan would follow him.
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Asher had expected Cameronto be embarrassed by his Tarzan costume. He had hoped the guy might even be a little turned on by it. The jealousy, he hadn’t anticipated, but damn, it was hot.
Without a word to anyone, he walked away from the group, his long legs eating up the distance between him and his prey. Jesus, Cameron looked gorgeous in his black suit, and Asher couldn’t wait to peel him out of it.
Catching up to him just as he reached the line at the bar, Asher wrapped both arms around him, pulling him back against his chest. “You are so fucking sexy when you’re mad.”
“I’m not mad.”
“Jealous?”
Cameron turned in his arms, tilting his head back to look up at him. “Maybe a little. Can you blame me?”
Considering he’d had similarly unkind thoughts to anyone who had wandered too close to Cameron during the night, he understood completely. “You don’t need to be jealous of anyone. For me, you’re it. You’re all I see.”
“God, you are so sweet.” His hand came up to press against the side of Asher’s neck, and he arched forward to brush their mouths together. “I l—”
“Mr. Dare?”
“What?” Asher snapped, more annoyed than he should have been by the interruption. “Oh, Oz, hello.” His stomach clenched, but he managed to stay relaxed. “Oz,this is my boyfriend, Cameron Stone.” He snaked an arm around Cameron’s waist, keeping him close. “Cameron, this is Ozias Benton. His company handles the security for all of my parties.”
“Nice to meet you.” Extending his hand, Cameron tried to step forward, but Asher held him in place.
“Likewise.” Oz took his offered hand in a brief grasp, then dropped it to focus on Asher. “Mr. Dare, I need to speak with you in private.”
His hand linked with Cameron’s, Asher followed Oz to a quiet area near the edge of the pool. Even in late October, the temperatures still hovered in the upper seventies. He probably should have left the pool open for the party. At the very least, he could have made the hot tub accessible. No, not a good idea. He didn’t want a lot of people in makeup mucking up the water.
“Ash,” Cameron whispered, giving his hand a hard jerk. “Are you listening?”
Crap. Oz. Right. “I am now.”
“A reporter arrived at the front gates about half an hour ago,” Oz explained. “Said she was on the guest list, insisted we let her in. Naturally, we turned her away.”
Asher nodded that he was listening, but he had a bad feeling about where the story was headed. “Okay, what’s the problem?”
Oz looked uncomfortable when he answered. “There’s about a dozen reporters and photographers camped out infront of your house, Mr. Dare. They don’t look like they’re going away anytime soon.”
“Can’t you have them arrested for trespassing?” Cameron asked.
