Page 44 of End Game

A full-on belly laugh.

I point down the table at him. “See? Dad even gets it.”

“Don’t call me dad.”

“You had given up correcting me for like two days,” I counter.

“I was tired.”

“That’s how it starts. We’ll wear you down yet.”

Micah’s foot rubs against my leg under the table.

Not too high.

Not inappropriate.

Just there in acknowledgement. Or warning.

I look at him.

“Behave.”

So warning.

The word is quiet enough that it’s not meant to draw attention. Not meant for everyone else to hear it.

My cock absolutely hears it.

“I’m trying,” I answer with a soft swallow.

He narrows his eyes at me in a way that is meant to challenge me. It’s as if he’s saying, “liar,” with his eyes.

Cami is looking between us.

Maybe her body responded to the order, too.

Interesting.

Then Ronan clears his throat. “Can we please return to the dungeon?”

I grin. “By all means, Dungeon Daddy.”

Ronan sighs. “Not what I meant.”

But can we talk about how awesome it is that I’m pretty sure his mind went straight to the basement at the moniker?

“Still, technically accurate,” Cami points out.

Ronan tries to gain back control of the table. “Do you want to know what’s behind the door or not?”

“Depends,” I answer. “Are we still talking about the campaign?”

Micah’s eyes narrow again.

Cami bites her lip and looks at me from under those eyelashes.

I wink at her.