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He knows my body, the angles, the pressure, and I fall over the edge seconds before he lets himself go.

Then his mouth is on mine, kissing me deeply, hungrily.

“Again, you are absolutely encouraging this situation,” I tease—echoing my words after his first reclaiming—as I settle onto his chest.

“Good,” he says. “I think I want to encourage this situation.”

Chapter eight

Roll For Innuendo

Dex

Being horny at the D&D table isn’t new.

Honestly, being horny in general isn’t new.

Being horny at the D&D table while sitting with four people I either fuck regularly, want to fuck, have watched fuck, or have recently spent entirely too much time imagining them fucking each other?

That’s new.

And fucking complicated.

Mostly because one of those people is Griffin.

Who is straight.

Very straight.

Aggressively, monogamously—with the exception of his wife having three boyfriends—straight.

Which means I know I am absolutely going to make him uncomfortable.

As I said to Ronan and Micah the other night, I am, still unfortunately, equipped with eyes.

And Griffin coming downstairs wearing gray sweatpants and a sleeveless shirt… feels targeted.

“You gonna roll, Dex?”

I manage to look away from Griffin and find Ronan staring at me over the top of his DM screen.

“Sorry. Distracted.”

“We noticed.”

Micah kicks my ankle under the table.

I look at him, and the way he lifts his eyebrows shouldn’t be hot.

Spoiler alert—it is.

“Roll,” he orders.

Oh.

Well.

Apparently, we’re doing that tonight.