Asher didn’t hesitate. He tugged me into his arms and took the kiss. He tasted incredible. With a few savory passes of his tongue over mine and his pillowy lips pressed against me, I melted. His body was all around me, and his hands snuck under my robe to touch my bare skin. In an instant, my dick awoke, twitching with a new desire.

“Ash,” I said against his mouth. “We should get back upstairs.”

“Yeah. I know.” Yet he didn’t stop.

“Lewis is gonna eat his fucking words,” I said when Asher finally relented and put a few inches between us.

“Come on.”

In the elevator, I stole a few glances at Asher’s reflection in the steel doors. His cheeks were pink, and his eyes were a tad puffy. He looked like he hadn’t slept in a week.

Was it weird that I wasn’t more bothered by his revelation? Part of me had almost expected it. Like somewhere deep inside, I’d had an inkling or knew there was more to that night than acting. For once, when I should have been paying attention to our twin bond, I’d ignored it. It was trying to tell me something this whole time.

For whatever reason, being with Asher felt natural, not wrong.

In the studio, Lewis took one look at Asher’s roughened features and threw his hands up. Before he could snap, Charlotte swooped in and encouraged my brother to go see Aria for a touch-up.

Asher glanced at the young woman with the vast array of makeup spread out on a far table and flinched like he was seeing her for the first time. I elbowed his side. “Well, don’t go noticing her now, asshole. You had your chance before you spilled your dirty secret to me. Now the damage is done, and my heart is a fragile thing.”

Asher snorted. “Fragile, is it?”

“No flirting.”

“Okay. Fine. Think you can stop humping Jay’s leg long enough for us to have a conversation later?”

I spied the well-dressed personal assistant across the room and sighed. “I can appreciate a stunning man without agreeing to go back to his room tonight and get fucked into the mattress while his husband watches us on Skype. It will be hard, but I’ll do my best.”

“Was that a possible scenario, or are you being dramatic?”

“One hundred percent real. The invitation is open, and it’s up to me. I have a cute tushie, and Jay wants nothing more than to plow it while his husband watches.”

“Yeah, well, Jay will have to go through me first. And, dude? His husband wants to watch on Skype? Who does that?”

Exactly!

Asher stalked across the room to see Aria while his piercing gaze never left Jay. It was flattering in a way. Especially when Jay felt the heat of Asher’s death glare on the back of his neck and looked up.