#Chapter 25 - Storm of Jealousy

Asher Why haven’t you made the moves on me? I froze. Of course I wanted Cynthia. With her generous breasts, curvy hips that fit so well between my hands, and those shapely legs she’d shown off wearing that dress at dinner. Added with her fierce determination, her competitive spirit, and her damned stubborn streak… Want was not a strong enough term to cover half of the desire I felt for her. Even now, I wanted to take her pouty bottom lip between my teeth. So yeah, I wanted her. But I would take that desire to the grave before I ever acted on it. She was Dylan’s little sister. I had vowed I would protect her, and that included from people like me. I was not the sort of man Dylan would approve of for his sister. Elena hadn’t been wrong about my reputation. I’d taken my pleasure and left a string of broken hearts in my wake. Though it seemed word hadn’t gotten out yet about the changes in me. Lately I’d turned down more than I’d indulged. A lot more. It was Cynt