Page 398 of End Game

Oh, Dollface.

There you are.

You're smiling,” she accuses.

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“You're fucking delighted.”

“Little bit.”

She narrows her eyes. “Keep being a smartass.”

“That sounds like permission.”

Her grip tightens.

My cock jumps.

Cami notices.

Her smile goes wicked. “Take your clothes off.”

“Bossy.”

“Dex.”

I laugh.

Then obey.

Shirt.

Jeans.

Everything.

Cami watches.

And I realize somewhere around dropping my boxers that the way she's looking at me isn't quite the way she normally does.

She's always liked my body.

I am objectively decorative.

But this is appraisal.

Possession.

Interest in what she can make me do with it.

My piercings catch her attention.

Her eyes follow the metal.

Then she reaches out.

She doesn’t do anything except trace around them with one fingertip.