Page 74 of End Game

“Are you trying to compete with Ronan?”

The question doesn’t really catch me by surprise, but I do think about it for a second.

“No.”

Her expression says she doesn’t believe me.

Smiling, I admit, “Okay. Maybe a little.”

“Griffin.” Her tone is cautious.

“Not over you.” I brush my thumb along her jaw. “That’s the part I needed to figure out, the part that took me a while. He’s not taking anything from me. I’m not giving anything to him. You aren’t a fucking trophy we’re passing back and forth.”

Her expression softens.

“But if you’re asking whether I’m going to sit there politely while he gets every reaction out of you?”

She stops breathing entirely.

I lean closer.

“Absolutely the fuck not.”

Her fingers tighten behind my neck.

“I know you too well for that, Cami.”

She makes a tiny sound.

I grin.

Cami stares at me. “Who the fuck are you and what did you do with my husband?”

That makes me laugh, and I kiss her—it’s soft and slow, and not supposed to go anywhere.

Neither of our bodies got the memo.

Her knees spread around my hips as I move closer, and my hand slides into her hair, holding her exactly where I want her while I deepen the kiss.

When I pull away, we’re both breathing harder.

For a moment I just look at her, then I lean in until my lips are brushing the shell of her ear. “And what if I want to do things to you only we’ve done?”

My hand drifts down her throat, circling the front of her delicate neck.

Again, her fingers tighten against my neck.

I kiss the delicate place of her neck, just below her ear, and her breath stutters.

“Still want us both?”

“Yes.” Her answer is immediate.

I give her a look.

She rolls her eyes. “You said not to answer the first time immediately. You don’t get to make that a permanent rule.”

“That’s fair.”