Page 449 of End Game

Normally that should feel overwhelming.

Instead, I close my eyes.

Let sensation sort itself without needing names.

Griffin's mouth.

Micah's fingers.

Dex's warmth.

Ronan's palm.

Different.

Distinct.

Known.

I know these men.

That's what makes it work.

I don't need to see every hand to know whether I want it.

Dex moves lower along the couch.

His mouth brushes my stomach as his hands start to spread my thighs, then he stops.

He looks up at me. “Ma'am?”

I start laughing before he even continues. “What?”

“Permission?”

Micah groans.

Griffin laughs into my shoulder.

Ronan closes his eyes like he's regretting every choice that led us here.

“You are impossible,” I tell Dex.

His grin becomes almost angelic. “Yes, ma'am.”

I slide my fingers into his hair.

The grin changes.

My body responds to the shift before I consciously decide what I want to do with it. “Go.”

His eyes darken.

Then he does.

Fuck.

The first touch steals my breath.