Page 444 of End Game

Actually groans.

Griffin mutters, “Jesus Christ.”

I start laughing.

Dex opens his eyes and glares at me. “You're weaponizing that.”

“Yes.”

“Unethical.”

“Want to complain again?”

His mouth twitches. “No, ma'am.”

Micah laughs, but when I glance at him, there's something under the amusement.

Interest.

Heat.

And something quieter I know well enough to recognize as pride.

Like he's enjoying watching Dex give me something he normally gives to him.

Because Dex trusts both of us differently.

That thought settles somewhere surprisingly deep.

I turn back toward Dex and kiss him again.

This time Micah's hand moves to the back of his neck.

Dex's whole body changes at the contact.

His shoulders drop.

His mouth softens against mine.

His attention narrows.

I break the kiss slowly.

His hands start to reach for me.

Micah's fingers tighten just enough to be intentional. “Didn't she tell you to keep those hands down?”

Dex inhales. “Yes, Sir.”

An electric pulse moves through me.

Griffin's hand lands at my hip from behind, steady and warm, and I realize he feels the heat too.

Or maybe he felt me react.

Probably both.

Ronan watches from the chair.