Page 727 of End Game

Then his thumb strokes the side of my head.

“Amazingly good, Dex. You did good.”

I may never recover.

He tucks himself away.

Zips.

Buttons.

Rebuckles his belt.

All while I kneel under the table.

Because even post-orgasm he is somehow still Ronan.

Then he says, “You can come out now.”

I crawl backward.

The room looks like an apocalypse.

A sexy apocalypse.

Cami is sprawled naked across the table, flushed and wrecked.

Griffin is beside her, one hand stroking her leg.

Micah is leaning against the table like standing has become optional.

Ronan?

Ronan looks almost completely normal.

Asshole.

I sit back in my chair.

Every eye in the room turns toward me.

Cami grins. “How was your side quest?”

I look at Ronan.

Then her. “Religious.”

Micah laughs.

Griffin shakes his head.

Ronan starts collecting dice.

I stare. “Excuse me.”

He looks up. “What?”

“I have not come.”