I pulled back, catching Asher’s eyes. “That was good. That was really good. Hot and slow and sensual. I’m feeling it. I’m feeling the nervous energy vibe from you too, which I think they would both have.”

Asher dropped his arms and stepped back with a long sigh and a scowl. “Would you stop breaking character. This is what I was talking about. We have to make the scene smooth and seamless. Quit with the commentary. If it’s good, let it be good.”

“Oops. Sorry. I was just complimenting you.”

“Well stop it. Let it flow. Get into it and ride it all the way to the end.”

I snorted then pinched my lips tight. Asher glared. His frown deepened.

“Come on! You said ride it until the end. It’s funny.”

“I’m ten seconds from quitting. This whole ordeal is because you need money. There is nothing in it for me except a whole truckload of awkward weirdness, so choose your words carefully.”

“There is a lot in it for you. You get to have my naked hotness all to your sexy self. There aren’t many people who can say they got a piece of all this.”

I ducked when he tried to smack me across the head and launched toward the door, laughing. “Lighten up, Ash. Let’s take it from the top.” I ducked out the door and slammed it behind me.

A fraction of a second later, it tore open again, and Asher poked his head out. “Action.”

“We never technically ended the scene.”

“Whatever. End scene. Action. Take two. Go.”

He closed the door, and I chuckled to myself. Asher was so tense and uptight. Good thing I was the fake bottom. There’d be no going in his backdoor anytime soon.

I knocked, and we replayed the same bit with a few slight variations. It went smoother. I dropped the nervous virgin line because it made him laugh and break character every time. Some of our moves were clunky, but it was getting better.

He worked his mouth over my neck while relieving me of my shirt. Once he’d dropped it on the floor, he flattened his palms against my chest and explored. The touch was tentative and unsure. When the tip of a finger grazed my nipple, I whimpered and gasped. It sounded all kinds of needy and desperate.

And real.

Asher stilled. It was on the tip of my tongue to apologize and tell him I’d warned him about the nipples, but if I broke character again, he’d probably kill me. So I used it as part of the scene, hoping I could withstand nipple play from my brother without blowing my fucking load.

“That feels good, Ender. Don’t stop. Do it again.”

Still, Asher hesitated, and I knew it was because of my earlier confession about this intense erogenous zone.