ASHLEY
“So let me get this straight—you’ve got a photoshoot in the morning, a dinner at night, and then a f*****g party?”
“Beckett—”
I fist his hair, yank his mouth off my neck, and try—really try—to summon something close to outrage.
“Seriously?”
His lips hover just below my jaw, hot and reckless. One more inch and I know I’ll fold. But I don’t want to fold.
Beckett pulls back just far enough to meet my eyes. " Let's ditch the party."
"And what?" I shoot back, frowning. "I know what you're thinking."
I push at his chest, but Beckett is too damn strong. Hell, I watch him throw guys at the arena. It's not that I am not watching his games but the guy wants me to sit and watch all of his games.
“You’ll say we skip the party,” I go on, rolling out from beneath him, dragging h
