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Oh.

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

My cock jerks.

I do not make a joke.

That's how serious this is.

I slide off the chair.

Ronan watches me crawl beneath the table.

He moves his chair back far enough that he can see me.

It's darker under here—obviously.

I can see legs.

Griffin's stance.

Micah's feet.

The underside of the table we've eaten on for years.

Then Ronan's knees.

Black slacks.

I settle in front of him.

My heart is beating out of control.

This is different.

We've had sex.

I've kissed him.

He's fucked me.

We've done things I thought about for years.

But this—this is him letting me into his space while he's still regulating everything else.

Everyone is here.

He is trusting me to be exactly where he can see me and control every movement.

If he actually lets me do this…

Nobody else has done this with him.

The thought makes me dizzy.