Page 265 of End Game

By the time he lets me go, my brain is pleasantly fogged.

Dex is staring with huge pupils. “Well. Fuck.”

I grin.

Micah looks at me and points toward the bed. “On your back.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Dex makes a strangled sound. “Oh, that does things to me.”

“Everything does things to you,” I tell him.

“Especially you.”

I lie back.

Micah looks at Dex. “Get her ready.”

Dex grins. “With pleasure.”

“Don't get cute.”

“Too late.”

He crawls between my legs.

There is still laughter.

That's the best part.

Nothing formal.

No elaborate scene.

Just us, with Micah shaping the rhythm and Dex being Dex.

Dex kisses up my thigh and then my stomach.

He slides one hand between my legs.

I gasp.

He looks up. “Wet already?”

“Watching you work was hot.”

His smile goes crooked. “Oh, Dollface.”

Micah's voice comes from behind him. “Focus.”

Dex looks over his shoulder. “Yes, Sir.”

Then he looks back at me and mouths, hot.

I laugh.

Micah smacks his ass.