Page 454 of End Game

Cami shifts against my chest, and whatever analytical thought I might have followed disappears under the much more immediate awareness of her body pressed against mine. She's warm from everything we've already been doing, skin slightly damp where my hand rests against her stomach, her breathing no longer completely even.

She's watching them too.

That gets me more than anything else.

The old possessive instinct is still there somewhere. I don't think it's ever going away entirely, and I'm not sure I want it to. It has just stopped arriving with fear attached to it.

My wife.

The words still live low in my body, almost primal, and they still make me want to pull her closer.

So I do.

My palm spreads over her stomach, and she immediately lays her hand over mine, threading our fingers together without looking away from the couch.

There is no reassurance in it because I don't need reassurance. She isn't checking whether I'm okay with what I'm seeing or reminding me that she loves me.

She's just touching me because I'm here.

I kiss the side of her head.

Dex, apparently deciding that he has behaved for too long, shifts his attention toward Cami. “Boss?”

She laughs, and I feel it where her back rests against my chest. “Don't start.”

“You said you liked it.”

“I do.”

I look down at her.

There is no hesitation when she says it now. No surprise at herself, no little laugh afterward to soften the admission. She likes telling Dex what to do, and Dex very clearly likes giving her an excuse.

His grin widens. “Great. Tell me what to do.”

Micah looks amused. Ronan's mouth pulls faintly at one corner, but neither of them interferes.

Cami turns slightly in my arms and considers Dex with a seriousness I know is at least partly theatrical.

“Take Micah's pants off.”

Dex blinks. Then his entire face lights up.

Micah raises one eyebrow.

Cami looks at him. “Problem?”

The smile that moves across Micah's face is slow and very much not a problem. “No.”

Dex moves so quickly that I laugh under my breath.

“Jesus.”

Cami looks over her shoulder. “What?”

I slide my hand along her ribs. “You really like this.”

“Yes.”