Page 443 of End Game

Micah's gaze follows me.

Ronan's attention sharpens.

Griffin's hand leaves my stomach as I move.

I cross the few feet between us.

Dex watches the entire way.

By the time I stop in front of him, the smugness has faded into something more alert.

“Sit up.”

His eyebrows rise.

Then he does. “Yes, ma'am.”

Fuck.

That still hits.

Apparently it may always hit.

He plants his feet on the floor while Micah shifts enough to give him space. His hands reach instinctively toward my hips.

I catch one before he gets there. “No.”

Dex goes still.

It’s a little dramatic, if I’m honest.

It’s big for a tiny moment when the energy between us changes because I've given him a direction and he's decided to follow it.

My body lights up.

I apparently find it extremely hot that he could move if he wanted to and simply chooses not to because I told him not to.

His eyes flick toward my fingers wrapped around his wrist, then back to my face.

“Keep your hands there.” I guide his hand back to his thigh.

“Yes, ma'am.”

Micah's breathing changes beside him.

Griffin makes another quiet sound somewhere behind me.

And I—God—I fucking like this.

I lean down and kiss Dex.

Hard enough that he immediately tries to chase my mouth when I pull back.

His hands twitch on his thighs, but they stay put.

A hot little thrill runs straight through me. “Good boy.”

Dex groans.