Page 176 of The Protective Gryphen

Horrified.

“I am not dropping my man britches. You are not staring at my junk.”

He sighed.

“Do you want to pull this off?” he asked. “Or stand here and argue about me seeing your dick? I have one. I know what it looks like, and we’re battling the clock, and a prosthetic.”

Shit.

He was right.

This little evening was something he wanted desperately for Ian. That meant swallowing his modesty. It wasn’t so much about a dude seeing his dick. He’d served. They had big showers.

Plenty of men saw his junk.

Only, this man wanted to see his junk, and the last thing he needed was Ian thinking it was intentional.

“Okay, but you absolutely, positively did not see my dick,” he said. “Ian will not be amused, and I want to keep him as my boyfriend.”

“If he dumps you, I’m free.”

He pointed.

“NO.”

It made Graham laugh.

“Okay, I didn’t see your dick. Anything else? Do I need to sign a contract?”

There was one thing.

“You’re going to ignore that I have an erection, because I have one, and it’s not for you.”

He snorted in amusement.

“You know, a nice Laddie would let me think it’s for me since I’m the ONLY one not getting any sex in this castle.”

“Absolutely not for you. It’s for Ian, and I’ll have to give you that thrill dressed.”

He laughed.

“Fine. Your erection isn’t for me, and I won’t think that it’s for me. Are we good?”

That should cover it.

“Drop them,” he said, going about to get his clothing laid out in the order he needed to pull this off.

When he turned, the Marine was standing there, and the only thing on his body was the prosthetic.

“Well, holy fuck.”

“Graham! You said you would ignore it.”

He loved busting his ass.

“I mean, in my defense, it’s not easy to ignore, and for the record, maybe I was talking about the artwork on your prosthetic. Did you ever think of that?”

He stared at him.

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