Page 705 of End Game

He touches her over the thin fabric still covering her, and Cami's head drops back.

Ronan says, “You may petition.”

Griffin glances up to him.

Then toward Micah.

Interesting.

“I want Micah involved.”

The room stills.

Micah looks at him.

Cami lifts her head.

I forget how to breathe.

Ronan does not react. “Specific.”

Griffin's jaw flexes.

He looks at Cami. “You okay?”

She nods quickly. “Green.”

Then Griffin looks back at Ronan. “I want to hold her while Micah touches her.”

Fuck.

Ronan's eyes move to Micah. “Accept?”

Micah's voice is lower than usual. “Yes.”

“Granted.”

I stare.

Griffin moves behind Cami and pulls her back against his chest.

One arm wraps around her waist.

The other hand slides up to her throat—not squeezing, just holding.

Cami's eyes close.

Micah stands when Ronan gives him movement.

He steps between her legs.

His hand slides beneath her panties.

Cami gasps.

Griffin murmurs something in her ear too low for me to hear.

Micah looks up at him.