Page 787 of End Game

“I've noticed.”

Ronan ignores both of us.

Once he's satisfied with my legs, he and Micah begin working on Cami.

She stays over me.

That's important.

Her weight shifts as they position her, but she never leaves my body.

When her legs are done—her lower legs strapped to my thighs in a way, we are now completely dependent on other people if either of us ever does want my cock to stop being inside of her—Ronan’s knuckles find her chin.

“Sweetheart, when we work on your arms, I want to make sure you find the perfect spot for that vibration on your clit.”

She nods. “Okay.”

“And you can come as many times as you want. You don’t need to wait for permission.”

Her breathing changes and he kisses her.

Then he nods at Micah, and they position her over the top of me.

Her hands find mine once they have her arms where they want them, and our fingers lace together.

The first time she tests her own range of motion, her body tightens around me.

I inhale sharply.

She looks down.

“Sorry.”

“You are absolutely not sorry.”

“No.”

She smiles.

Then her expression changes when Ronan moves into her line of sight.

“Still green for the configuration we discussed?”

Cami answers first.

“Green.”

He looks at me.

“Green.”

Dex answers from behind her.

“Green.”

Micah does too.

Ronan gives one short nod.