Page 33 of Wicked Temptations
Ash turned me around, and suddenly we were inches apart, and I could see the slight smudge at the corner of his eyeliner, the way his pupils had dilated despite the bright lights.
“Closer.”
We stepped together. My chest almost touched his, and I caught the scent of whatever soap he used mixed with the chemical bite of greasepaint. His breathing quickened. So did mine.
Just a photoshoot. Nothing else.
“Oh, come on, boys,” Mia sighed. “Where’s the passion? Jude, grab Ash’s holster. Like you’re about to throw him.”
I reached out, fingers closing around the strap across his chest. I yanked hard. Ash stumbled forward, hands slamming against my shoulders, and we froze like that, locked together, his weight pressed into me, my fist twisted in his gear.
The room disappeared. The cameras. The people. Everything except the wild look in his eyes and the rapid rise and fall of his ribs under my knuckles.
“Perfect. Ash, now you.”
His grip tightened on my shoulders, and then he shoved me back with enough force that I actually stumbled. Ash’s right hand twisted into my shirt, both stopping me from falling while hauling me back towards him at a disadvantage.
Smooth bastard.
“Oh, yeah.” I’d never heard such quick shutter sounds in my life.
Ash’s jaw clenched as he stepped closer. I had to trust his grip and lean back to keep distance.
Fuck.
“Both of you, scream. Give me thatrage.”
My lips pulled back, mouth open in soundless fury, but the performance crumbled the moment our eyes locked. All I could see was the fantasy of those lips wrapped around my cock or the way he’d looked when I’d made him fall apart in his car.
Ash’s expression mirrored mine. Raw and wanting and barely controlled and my mind raced through memories of his hand twisted in my hair while he fucked me against the wall.
“One of you grab the other’s jaw. Like you’re about to break their neck.”
Ash’s hand came up before I could move. His fingers curled around my jaw, thumb pressing hard against my cheekbone, and he used his weight to force my head back. The touch burned through the makeup, electric and possessive. It made my knees go weak.
Not here. Not now.
I grabbed his wrist, tried to wrench it away, but he held firm. We scuffled back a few steps, his fingers digging in, my hand locked around his forearm. His muscles flexed under my palm. He was shorter but built thicker, using leverage and mass to keep control despite my height advantage. I could feel his pulse hammering against my fingertips, and when he yanked me back towards him by my shirt, I had to bite my bottom lip to stop from moaning.
His thumb brushed over my mouth, pulling my lip from between my teeth.
Thunder crashed overhead. The lights flickered.
And I was a panting fucking mess.
“Perfect. Hold that.” Mia was in heaven, capturing every angle while I struggled not to suck that thumb into my mouth. “The fans are going to lose their minds over this.”
Probably. We looked good together. Dark and dangerous and exactly the aesthetic the park marketed. Enemies locked in eternal conflict, never quite crossing the line.
Except we already crossed it.Multiple times. In multiple positions.
Thunder shook the building again, and this time the lights went out.
Emergency lighting kicked in immediately, bathing everything in dim red. Mia swore, and I stepped away from Ash so fast that I almost fell.
“It’s alright. I think we’ve got enough. You two—” Mia’s phone buzzed. She paused, checking the message. “Yeah, okay. We’ll wrap up.” She looked at us, and in the emergency lighting, she looked like a demon. One who ruled over the online hellscape that was social media. “Park’s closing early. The storm’s getting worse.”
I’d never been so relieved in my life.
