Page 698 of End Game

Then Cami.

Micah looks around the table once and settles on me. “I want his pants off.”

Of course he does.

Ronan gives him Sleight of Hand again.

Micah rolls sixteen.

“Successful. Remove them.”

I stand only because Ronan nods permission.

Micah unbuttons me slowly.

His fingers brush my stomach, then the line of hair below my navel.

My cock presses hard against my briefs.

Micah pulls my jeans down.

His eyes stay on me the whole time.

I step out.

Then sit.

Ronan says, “Bonus action available.”

Micah looks at him.

Then at me. “I want to touch him.”

“Draw.”

Micah reaches for his deck.

Turns over a card.

THIGHS

I laugh. “Oh, that's evil.”

Micah's mouth curves. “No, it's not.”

His hand settles high on my thigh.

Really fucking high.

But not where I want it.

His thumb circles against the inside, close enough that every movement sends heat directly into my dick.

I glare at Ronan.

He looks unmoved.

Micah spends his allotted thirty seconds torturing me.