Page 709 of End Game

“You're not persuading him.”

“I don't need persuading,” I volunteer.

Ronan looks at me. “Still not your turn.”

I mime zipping my lips.

Micah rolls.

Seventeen.

Ronan nods. “Granted. Dexter, move.”

I get on my knees beside Micah's chair.

His hand goes into my hair.

Predictable.

Familiar.

Mine.

He looks down at me. “You look good there.”

Fuck.

Ronan says, “Micah, your action is positioning. You have a bonus action.”

Micah doesn't look away from me. “I want his mouth.”

Ronan assigns the check.

Micah succeeds.

I grin.

Finally.

Then Ronan says, “Draw.”

Micah reaches for his deck.

Turns over the card.

NECK.

I burst out laughing from my knees.

Micah closes his eyes. “FUCK.”

Cami cackles.

Ronan's mouth twitches.

Micah's hand tightens in my hair. “Neck it is.”

He leans forward, and I kiss his throat.