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Ronan stops me again—pulling me off him just enough to breathe normally for a minute.

“Good boy.”

The praise lands somewhere behind my spine.

I look up.

His eyes are dark.

Glasses still on.

Shirt still buttoned.

One hand in my hair.

Cock wet from my mouth.

I am going to die.

Then something clicks on the tabletop.

Cami gasps.

Micah says, “No fucking way.”

Griffin laughs once.

I can't see.

“What?”

Ronan's thumb strokes once against my scalp. “The Dungeon Master has entered combat.”

My entire nervous system short-circuits.

I immediately put my mouth back on him.

His hand tightens instantly, pulling me back. “Careful.”

“Sorry.”

I am smiling around his cock.

I can feel it.

He knows.

Of course he knows.

He jerks my hair again enough that my eyes meet his fully again.

“You’re just cockwarming for now, understand?”

Fuck me.

Who the fuck is this man?

I nod.