Sweat prickled my skin the longer we flipped through them. From that folder, we ended up in another that was the opposite end of the spectrum and showed the end of the day when things had heated up to maximum.

“There are tons of usable shots,” Lewis said. “Charlotte will make her decision this coming week, and the cover artist will be sent the images for use. Once we know how many we need, we’ll let you know and send paperwork for you to sign that gives us legal usage, and then we’ll deposit the agreed-upon amount into your account.”

“Cool,” I croaked.

Lewis took the iPad back as our waiter to arrived to take our orders.

“Anything you’d like,” Charlotte said. “It’s on me.”

Everyone placed their orders, and the conversation drifted to our next session and what Lewis thought it should entail.

“We’ll need to get a trailer or two done. Our time is getting crunched. I’ll email my ideas to you two, so you know what to expect.”

“Bare asses next time, right?” Jay said, circling a finger around the top of his wine glass with a lewd smile. “You’re filming, so I assume we need those teasing shots.”

“Yes.”

Jay’s hand slipped higher up my leg, and I made a noise, startled when he teased the crease at the top of my thigh.

In a flash—I’d like to believe it was twin voodoo magic that alerted him—Asher grabbed Jay’s wrist and threw him off.

Jay choked on his next sip of wine, laughing and working at covering it up at the same time.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that’s my jealous and possessive brother for you. Sorry ladies, but he’s interested in dick now. My dick. No one else’s.

I sighed then meeped because Asher took over where Jay had left off—only he inched closer to my groin and ran a finger along my dick that was nicely tucked inside my slacks.

And there’s the hard-on I’ve been waiting for. Now where’s my food?

Dinner conversation shifted to business. Asher, Aria, and I weren’t involved in much of the talk since it didn’t deal with us directly.

After our plates were cleared, Lewis excused himself to use the bathroom, and Jay tugged his phone out, messaging someone. Charlotte spoke with Aria.

Asher and I shared a few quiet looks. He’d quit fondling my junk a while ago, but he didn’t stop touching me where no one could see.

Jay cleared his throat and slid his phone between us.

I glanced at him then down at the device, which was open to a texting conversation. The name at the top said, Dean.

I scanned the texts and landed on the last one Dean had sent. The one Jay had meant for us to see.