Page 404 of End Game

When she pulls back, her forehead rests against mine. “I think the switch thing is real.”

My heart does something embarrassingly soft in the middle of all the nakedness. “Yeah.”

“You knew?”

“I suspected.”

“Why didn't you tell me?”

“Because Ronan would appear from the walls and give me a lecture about assigning other people's identities.”

That makes her laugh. “Accurate.”

“Also, you should get to figure your own shit out.”

She studies me for a second.

Then kisses me again. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

Her hand closes around my jaw. “Now stop talking.”

My dick reacts immediately.

Cami smiles.

“There he is.”

She keeps control.

Mostly.

Not because I couldn't change it.

Because I don't want to.

Every time she tells me where to put my hands, I put them there.

Every time she praises me for listening, it hits harder.

She spends an unreasonable amount of time appreciating the piercings she apparently missed almost as much as my face, as she grinds on me.

I complain.

She tells me to be grateful.

I say, “Yes, ma'am.”

She nearly loses her composure laughing.

Eventually, her playfulness sharpens into something more focused.

She knows exactly what she wants from me.

That's the part that gets me.

Not the words.