Page 340 of End Game

“Griffin—”

Then she's under me.

I flip her onto her back and catch both wrists in one hand, pinning them over her head.

A startled laugh leaves her.

I settle between her thighs.

Not to fuck her.

Just holding her there while I kiss her hard enough that whatever smart comment she had disappears against my mouth.

When I finally pull away, she's breathless.

Her smile is enormous. “There’s my husband.”

I narrow my eyes and tighten my hand around her wrists.

She inhales sharply.

I kiss her again, then let her wrists go.

She immediately wraps both arms around my neck.

I roll us onto our sides.

For a minute, neither of us says anything.

Her fingertips trace the back of my neck while mine move lazily along her hip.

Eventually, she asks, “So?”

“So?”

She pinches my side.

I laugh.

“Asshole.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“Did you hate it?”

“No.”

“Did you like it?”

I think before answering.

Cami notices.

“It was strange.”

“Good strange?”

“Mostly.”