Page 178 of End Game

“Definitely.”

I push the lace aside and stroke her soft, wet skin slowly. Her eyes close almost immediately.

“No.”

They open again.

“Eyes on me.”

Something in her expression changes. “Yes, Sir.”

Fuck.

I slide two fingers inside her, and her head presses deeper into my pillow.

“I wanted to touch myself,” she admits in a rasp. “But I spent all night behaving.”

Her fingers curl into the sheets as mine curl upward inside her.

“Sounds terrible.”

“It was.”

My thumb finds her clit and her legs tighten around my wrist.

“Griffin.”

“You couldn’t wait in the kitchen in normal pajamas like a reasonable person?” I tease.

“No.”

“You just had to make Christmas complicated?”

She smiles. “Yes.”

I lean over her and settle my free hand lightly around her throat.

Her whole body responds.

That reaction still gets me every fucking time.

I tighten my fingers just enough for her to feel the pressure. “Tell me who you dressed up for.”

“You.” It’s barely a whisper.

“Who, baby?”

Her breathing stutters. “You, Griffin.”

I kiss her hard.

“My wife waiting in my bed dressed like a fucking present.”

Cami curls both hands into the front of my uniform shirt. “You should probably unwrap me.”

“I should probably make you regret antagonizing a man who’s been awake since yesterday.”

Her brow furrows. “I thought it was a quiet shift?”