Page 730 of End Game

Ronan says, “Hands off both of them, Dex.”

I grip the sides of the chair.

Cami looks up at me.

Big brown eyes.

Mouth already smiling. “Hi.”

“Please.”

She licks me.

Slow.

Micah kisses my throat.

His hand slides over my chest.

Cami takes me into her mouth.

My hips jerk.

Micah's hands clamp down. “Still.”

Fuck.

“Sorry.”

“Good boy.”

Cami takes me deeper.

My brain disintegrates.

Somewhere to my right, Griffin sits in his chair again with Cami's discarded sweater across his lap.

Ronan is watching the three of us.

I look at him.

He raises an eyebrow.

“Don't even fucking think about denying me again.”

His mouth curves. “Constitution save.”

I almost cry. “You are evil.”

“Roll.”

Cami pulls off long enough to laugh.

I grab the d20 with a shaking hand.

Roll.

Two.