Page 342 of End Game

She smacks my chest. “Don't.”

“You came twice before deciding I deserved anything.”

Her cheeks turn pink. “Okay, first of all—”

I laugh.

She glares.

Then her expression changes. “I don't know what that means.”

“What?”

“That I liked… that.”

I study her.

This feels like one of those moments where everybody else in the house would have a theory.

Ronan would probably have terminology.

Dex would definitely have commentary.

Micah would notice something neither of us has yet.

I don't think she needs any of that right now.

“It doesn't have to mean anything.”

Her brows pull together. “No?”

“No.”

I brush the hair away from her face. “You liked tying me up and using me to get yourself off.”

Her cheeks get redder. “You make it sound very classy.”

“I took you to a steakhouse first.”

She laughs.

I smile. “We can figure out what it means later.”

Her hand settles flat against my chest. “You'd do it again?”

I don't even need to think that time. “Yes.”

Her eyebrows rise. “Really?”

“Don't look so surprised.”

“You are possibly the most control-freak alpha-male person I've ever met.”

“Ronan lives here too.”

“Different flavor.”

Fair.