Page 723 of End Game

“Yeah?”

“Your turn.”

Griffin laughs breathlessly. “About fucking time.”

I hear Cami laugh.

Ronan’s eyes stay on mine as he asks her again.

“Still green?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want him to come in your pussy?”

“Yes.”

Griffin's answer comes immediately after hers. “So do I.”

I choke on a laugh.

From beneath the table I say, “WAIT, WAS THAT A JOKE?”

Griffin says, “Shut up, Dex.”

Cami starts laughing again.

Ronan narrows his eyes at me like he's disappointed.

He isn't.

I know him now.

He's trying not to laugh too.

His expression goes serious, and he swallows as I note the table shifting above me.

Squeezing my cheeks, he mouths the word, “Open.”

I do, and he immediately thrusts inside. “Green?”

One click.

“Good boy,” he praises and strokes my hair. “Do you want to move?”

One click.

“You’ll get your turn, but for now you’re still just cockwarming.”

Asshole.

Fucking amazing, perfect, dominant asshole.

Griffin finishes with Cami.

I hear it.

The change in his breathing.