He kicked me again.

Charlotte found my yammering amusing, but Jay had a know-it-all look on his face that made me wonder if he did, in fact, know it all.

“Well,” Charlotte went on. “Lewis and I went over your shots from today. Show them.” She waved a hand at Lewis, prompting.

Lewis slid an iPad in front of us and turned it on. Once he’d swiped the screen to unlock it, I was staring at a sexy and far too suggestive picture of my brother and me, making out on a bed. My eyes bugged, and I darted my gaze around the restaurant to ensure no one else was looking. I couldn’t contain the embarrassed grin that filled my face. “Holy shit. That’s … weird to see. And hot. Am I allowed to think that?”

In the picture, Asher’s hand was on my hip, the covers were pooled around his lower half, blocking the fact that we wore underwear. His other arm wrapped around the top of my head as his forehead rested against mine. The look on his face was hungry and needy. My eyes were closed, and my chin was tipped up like I was seeking his mouth, and he was denying me. It was evident my back was arched, and our lower halves were in contact.

“Wow,” Asher breathed close to my ear.

“Swipe,” Charlotte said.

Asher took control, and we scrolled through a half dozen variations of the same shot.

“I think that’s my choice for at least one of the cover art pictures. We picked a few for teasers too. The first book is the one that will get a lot of promotional attention. Not that the others won’t, but each consecutive book will sell the ones before it. The first needs a big blast of attention.”

I couldn’t look away from the screen. Seeing the intimacy on our faces, the raw sexual desire, it was hard to believe we were fooling anyone.

Jay’s hand landed on my thigh under the table as he leaned in close enough to whisper in my ear. “So fucking hot. You two are on fire.”

Asher’s hand landed on my other thigh, his grip unyielding. Then it was his voice in my other ear. “I’m fucking hard right now. I can’t look at these and not think of this afternoon.”

I almost laughed at the dual attention, but Charlotte interrupted by asking Lewis to show us another folder of pictures.

The new folder consisted of a set of pictures that were taken earlier on in the day and showed our playful roughhousing. Somehow, it managed to be hot and sexy too. The touching. The shared looks. Lewis had captured some hidden moments I was sure Asher and I hadn’t meant to expose.