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Micah groans.

Ronan rarely talks like that.

My entire body reacts.

Micah groans.

Griffin's head tips forward.

Jesus Christ.

Classy filth.

That is Ronan's superpower.

He can talk like a librarian for six days straight and then say cocks in your pussy like it's a sentence carved into stone tablets.

I look at him.

He's watching Cami.

Calm.

Controlled.

Still dressed.

I remember my petition.

Fuck.

My next turn arrives while Cami is still occupied by two cocks in her pussy.

Ronan looks at me.

I look at my inspiration.

Two beads left.

Then at him.

“I would like to revisit my petition.”

Ronan's eyes flick down to the beads. “You may.”

“I spend both.”

Micah makes a low sound.

Cami is too busy being thoroughly fucking occupied to react much.

Griffin glances toward Ronan.

Ronan studies me.

Long enough that the room feels suspended.

Then he says, “Under the table, Dexter.”