By the time Ashton carried me back to bed, wrapped snugly in a towel, I couldn’t help but feel like a succubus. But even now, Ashton’s principles held strong. For all his restraint, all he had done was give me a bath and nothing else.

I huffed, annoyed at having lost this round. "I bet you just can’t get it up, Ashton," I said, throwing caution to the wind.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his patience clearly wearing thin. "Elaine," he said, his tone firm but calm, "don’t try ...