Page 780 of End Game

“Then explain why I just came while nobody touched my pussy.”

His eyebrows lift. “I can.”

“Please don't.”

Griffin pulls me upright by my arms and kisses me hard.

Apparently conversation over.

Fine by me.

Once the remaining rope comes off my wrists, everything becomes less organized.

Not unsafe.

Just considerably more everyone is horny, and nobody needs another fucking seminar about it.

Micah rubs along the faint pressure lines left on my arms before kissing me. Dex immediately takes advantage of the fact that my hands are free again and drags me into another kiss from the other side.

Griffin's hands find my hips before he lifts me.

Ronan watches all of us for a few seconds before he points toward the table.

There is something extremely unfair about lying naked on a table while four shirtless men surround you.

I should probably file a complaint.

Instead, I spread my legs when Ronan steps between them.

His mouth curves. “Good girl.”

My entire body responds.

Fucking shortcut.

He hooks my thighs wider and lowers his mouth to me.

“Oh, fuck.”

My back arches and my head falls back.

Griffin is immediately there.

His hands slide under my head and shoulders, giving me something familiar to press into while Ronan's tongue moves over me.

Dex takes one breast.

Micah takes the other.

Apparently we have abandoned all pretense of restraint now.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Ronan's mouth works me with the confidence of someone who has learned exactly how I react and sees no reason to pretend otherwise.

Micah rolls my nipple between his fingers.

Dex puts his mouth on the other one.