Page 384 of End Game

Griffin calling me beautiful and filthy in nearly the same breath.

Ronan watching from the bed like the sight of us is dismantling the last of his restraint.

For several minutes, the entire room narrows to that.

Three men losing control because of me.

And holy shit, apparently I like that too.

Micah is the first one whose careful composure really breaks.

His fingers tighten.

His breathing changes.

“Cami.” Just my name. That’s all he says.

Nothing commanding about it anymore.

That might be hotter than the commands.

Griffin isn't doing much better.

I can feel the tension in him every time I turn back toward him.

His hand settles behind my neck.

Not guiding.

Just holding.

“You're so fucking hot.”

The words hit low and deep.

I glance toward Ronan again.

He is watching Griffin touch me.

Watching Micah's hand in my hair.

Watching me between them.

And something about his expression sends yet another streak of electricity through my body.

Because I'm being seen.

All of me.

By all of them.

The room finally tips over almost at once.

Not perfectly.

Nothing about four people is that choreographed.

But close.