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“I know.”

“You ended combat.”

“I did not.”

He sets one die in front of me.

Oh.

Oh no.

Then he sets two more on the table.

Or yes.

Definitely yes.

Ronan is back in full DM voice. “Cameron. Micah.”

Both of them straighten.

“Roll.”

Cami blinks. “For what?”

Ronan's gaze lands on me.

“To determine who takes care of Dex.”

My cock jumps so hard it practically votes.

I grip the table. “This is the greatest campaign ever written.”

They roll simultaneously.

Cami gets thirteen.

Micah gets eighteen.

I point at him. “FIANCÉ BUFF.”

Micah smiles.

Cami pouts.

Ronan looks at Micah. “Your choice of method. Dex may not touch himself or you.”

Micah comes around the table.

Slow.

Naked.

Still flushed from everything that just happened.

My fiancé.

Fuck me.