“He’s watching you,” Asher rasped against my ear. “He’s looking at your ass right now, and I don’t mean Lewis.”

Jay. I almost laughed because Asher was in his possessive Ender mindset.

“Oh yeah? Whatcha gonna do about it, Ender.”

“Mine.”

He bit my earlobe, and I gasped. A real gasp. But it was his hand sliding to my ass cheek—my bare ass cheek—that caught me more off guard. He hauled me closer, my dick grinding against his leg—not my fault, he did it!—and his fingers threaded through my hair, gripping and holding me in place.

“Shit. I said, hold up. Yes. This is good. Real good.” The camera snapped again, and Lewis moved around us. “Go with it. Keep playing like that, I’m getting it all. Nice work, other twin, whatever the fuck your name is.”

Great, and if Asher kept sucking on my ear like that, Lewis was gonna get a camera full of a steely erection, and I couldn’t be blamed. This was not my fault.

Asher nibbled again, squeezed my ass once more, squirmed once, then stalled like he didn’t know what to do next, like he’d lost momentum and didn’t seem to know where to take it from there. Maybe he just realized what we were doing.

I needed to fuel him on somehow. Turning my head, rasping our rough cheeks together, I skated my lips along his jaw and hovered near his mouth. We’d nailed the kissing part last night—kinda. That should give Lewis a show.

Inhaling Asher’s exhales, I blinked while staring deep into his darkening eyes, my heart canting. “I think you’re jealous. Jay likes what he sees, and he wants it. You’re wrong about him.” I hoped my words didn’t travel to the audience. They were meant for Asher—Fuck me. I meant Ender—as fuel to keep us going.

Fire ignited in Asher’s eyes, which was some damn good acting, and he pressed his forehead to mine, dominating, showing me who was in charge. “Like fuck.” He sucked my lower lip, biting down hard and making me whimper.

I did not just whimper!

Asher heard it, and the crease we’d been trying to avoid appeared between his brows. His panic surfaced. I’d thrown him out of character. Asher backed up an inch, and my lip stung where he’d abused it. It more than stung; it tingled.

“What’s happening? Why are you stopping? That was good.” Lewis sighed. “Dammit. Cover up or something for a second. Charlotte, a word.”

We’d blown it. Asher’s face fell when Lewis spoke, but he didn’t have time to say anything because Jay appeared, close enough his cologne wafted between us as he handed us our towels.