Page 786 of End Game

She feels it.

Her mouth curves.

“Oh, you hate not being able to grab me.”

“I didn't say that.”

“You didn't have to.”

She rolls her hips.

The vibration changes angle.

She gasps, and my head presses back into the table.

“Keep talking shit and see what happens when these come off.”

“Threatening the restrained guy. Classy.”

“You seem fine.”

“I am.”

That part surprises me less than it probably should.

Cami is on top of me.

Her cocky little smile is still hers. Her breathing is steady. Her body is warm around mine.

Micah and Ronan are doing exactly what we discussed.

Nothing here is happening to me.

I chose it.

There is a difference.

Ronan adjusts something at my leg, then looks up.

“Any numbness? Pulling?”

I glance down between Cami and me.

“My cock is inside my wife's pussy. I'm good.”

Cami snorts.

Micah's shoulders shake once.

Ronan just stares at me.

“That wasn't the question.”

“No numbness. No pulling. Everything's fine.”

“Thank you.”

Cami leans over me. “He's so bossy.”