Page 73 of End Game

“And you’re okay with him telling me what to do to you?”

Her answer is quieter this time. “Honestly? Very.”

Fuck.

That lands somewhere completely different. It’s a feeling I’m not sure I’ve ever felt before.

I stare at her without speaking for too long, and she bites her bottom lip.

“Well,” I finally manage, “that’s useful information.”

Her smile turns wicked. “You asked.”

My eyes hold hers. “You sure you can handle both of us?”

Her mouth falls open slightly.

And something different awakens in me—something I’ve felt, but not quite like this.

Cami’s eyes narrow at me. “Was that a challenge?”

“Maybe.”

A smile slowly pulls at one corner of her mouth. “Griffin.”

I back her up until she’s sitting on the bed, bend until we’re eye level, and brace my hands on either side of her thighs.

“What?” I ask with feigned innocence.

“You’re being… cocky.”

My voice drops lower. “I think I’ve earned a little cocky.”

She laughs, but there’s a flush climbing her chest and throat.

That day in this room, not too long ago, I watched Ronan talk her into this kind of physical reaction.

We’re not the same.

It’s not the exact same thing. Ronan has an entire fucking arsenal I’ve barely begun to understand, and I’m not stupid enough to think I’m suddenly playing his game because I lowered my voice and made her blush.

But I do know her.

I know the difference between her sarcastic smile and the one she is giving me right now—the one when she’s trying not to squirm. I know the little hitch in her breathing when I’ve said something that landed harder than she expected. I know that when she gets turned on enough, she presses her thighs together in this very specific way before she realizes she’s doing it.

Like she’s doing now.

“You know,” I say slowly, “Ronan and I spent a lot of time over the last few days talking about what we’re allowed to do to each other.”

Her lips part, and a tiny gasp escapes her.

I smile and clarify, “Through you.”

“Oh.”

There’s that little hitched breath again.

I slide one hand beneath her chin, tilting her face toward mine with the backs of my knuckles.