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“You guys take this bodyguard thing seriously,” I tease my brother.
“Magic’s boys were pissed that he lost,” Venom says. “We can’t be too careful.”
“That’s so stupid,” I scoff. “It’s a fight. Someone’s going to win and someone’s going to lose.”
“Yeah, but Griff made it look so fucking easy.” Eraser chortles with laughter.
“And fast,” Remy adds. “Damn, Griff.”
We stop at the door to our suite and I produce the key card from my purse. Our whole group files into the common area. The large space shrinking fast.
“Please, we made it to round three,” Griff says. “My plan was to submit him in round one.”
Venom studies Griff’s face. “I’m just happy it wasn’t another bloodbath. God damn, he barely touched you.”
“Stitches hurt. I wasn’t doing that again,” Griff jokes, then lightly rubs his hand over his abdomen. “He landed a few shots. I’ll be feelin’ it every time I take a breath for a few days.” A wild grin stretches across his face. “Then I’ll remember the shock in his eyes when I clocked him.”
The guys explode with laughter and another round of rehashing the fight.
“You sure you don’t want to come explore the Strip with us?” Eraser asks Griff again. “The club Dawson wants to take us to sounds like fun.”
“I can’t, bro, I’m wiped.” Griff glances at our bedroom door longingly. “I want to sleep for like two days straight.”
Now that all the excitement is over, that sounds like a perfect plan to me.
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
Molly
A slow, throbbing pleasure wakes me the morning after Griff’s win.
Griff’s hard body firm against my back.
One of his arms stretched over my head, the other draped over my hip, his fingers lazily drawing circles between my legs.
I gasp and stretch, shuddering.
“Morning, Muffin.” His tone low and gravelly from sleep.
“Good morning,” I whisper on a shaky exhale. “That feels so good.”
His lips graze my shoulder, sending tingles of pleasure sparking over my skin. “I wanted to wake you with an orgasm.”
“I…I think I am. Keep doing that. Please.”
A little over twelve hours ago, I watched him beat another man unconscious in the ring. Witnessed the raw power his hands and body contain. The damage he can do to an opponent.
And this morning, those same rough fingers feather gentle and reverent strokes against my most sensitive skin.
My whole body shudders again.
“Lift your leg. I don’t want to take my hand off you.” Griff kisses behind my ear.
“Please don’t. Don’t stop.” I raise my leg, bringing it forward, trying to present myself at the right angle to give him access.
He pushes his hips forward, his cock sliding against the slickness of my thighs.
“You’re so wet.” He groans and nips my earlobe.
