Stop thinking about her ass.” Beck growls, taking my hopes…

““Stop thinking about her ass.” Beck growls, taking my hopes that we can just forget about this away in a flash. “Seriously, just forget it!” I snap. Beck breaks his heated staring contest with Maddox to look over at me. “He saw you nak*d, Dee! You want me to just forget about it?” His tone is low and lethal. I know he’s seconds away from going all alpha-man crazy. “Oh, really… you know, I’m aware that he saw me nak*d, but it was also an accident. When you were running through the house with your dick flopping all over the place for everyone to see, you didn’t see me going all crazy. Oh no, I was laughing, because, hello! It’s funny!” His nostrils flare and his eyes are still narrowed, but he doesn’t say anything. AH! I swear that these overgrown apes are going to be the death of me. “Stop your shit, John Beckett. So what? Coop got a quick look at my girls and Maddox saw my nak*d ass. THEY aren’t the ones that get the benefits of possessing this body. It’s all yours! I didn’t flip out when everyone in this house saw you, and I would appreciate it if you could tone that testosterone down a little. So, would you please stop?” “Those two bastards didn’t enjoy looking at my junk, but I know they enjoyed the hell out of yours!” For the love of God! It takes me a second to tone down my frustration, and if I’m honest with myself, it’s hot as hell to watch him get all jealous and possessive. “Are you forgetting about the very feminine set of eyes that got to take in all that is little Beck?” Coop chokes on his drink when I finish talking. Maddox booms out a laugh that shocks me enough to look his way. If I weren’t so frustrated with Beck right now, I might drool over how handsome he looks. How has no one noticed, besides Em, just how good-looking he is? Even Chelcie seems to be zoned in on all that is Maddox Locke smiling and laughing.””

— Harper Sloan