Page 624 of End Game

“Good.”

My mouth is dry.

We've had sex.

We've touched each other.

He has had his hands on my cock and his mouth against half my body.

This feels more exposing than any of that.

For him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” No pause.

No calculation I can see.

Just an answer.

The same way I answered downstairs when he asked if I thought I deserved to hurt.

Something warm and painful presses against my ribs.

Ronan's gaze stays on mine. “I have conditions.”

The pressure breaks enough that I breathe. “Obviously.”

His eyebrows rise.

“Sorry.”

“You aren't.”

“No.”

He almost smiles. “Face-to-face.”

“Okay.”

“My body stays where I put it.”

“Okay.”

“Your hands stay where I put them unless you ask before moving.”

I nod. “Okay.”

“I control my own cock and my own release.”

I swallow. “Okay.”

“If I redirect you, you move immediately.”

“Of course.”

“If I tell you to stop—”