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He stops behind my chair.

His hands settle on my shoulders.

Then he leans down until his mouth is against my ear.

“You were a very good boy.”

My eyes close.

Ronan puts a bead on the table.

I crack one eye open. “Did you just give him inspiration? Combat is over.”

“Apparently not.”

“This is corruption.”

Micah kisses my neck.

Then slides one hand down my chest.

Cami climbs off the table.

Her legs wobble slightly.

Griffin catches her.

She laughs.

Then she moves toward me too.

“Wait.” I look at Ronan.

He looks back.

“Micah won.”

“Yes.”

“So why is Cami approaching?”

Ronan, conceding without argument, says, “Assistance is permitted.”

I slap the table. “THIS GAME HAS PARTY ACTIONS.”

Cami laughs and drops to her knees between mine.

Oh.

Okay.

No more jokes.

Micah tilts my head back against his shoulder.

Cami wraps her hand around my cock.

I moan.