Seducing My Husband's Brother
"And he's not the shy type."
"Well," she shrugs. "I've seen my brother naked too many times than I'd ever wanted." She shakes her head. "The point is, Ryat doesn't matter."
A side of my lips pulls up, and her brows lift, hope shining in her brown eyes.
My wrist snaps, and my hand clamps around hers. She squeals, eyes widening. "Wha—"
I lean into her. A soft waft of jasmine mixed with smoke hits me, and I suck it in. "My brother matters."