Page 22 of The Protective Gryphen

He told him.

“It’s the bossy, possessive side. It’s kind of sexy,” he admitted, stroking his erection through Gryphen’s boxer briefs.

There was a low growl from deep within his belly, and it sent chills across Ian’s body.

“Don’t tease.”

Oh, well, he had bad news for him. That was exactly what he planned on doing.

“Or?” Ian asked.

Gryphen didn’t answer, but instead, he found his mouth again, and the kiss…

Shit.

It was wild and wicked.

As they kept making out, hands wandering, and underwear getting tossed aside, there was one thing Gryphen knew for sure.

He was happy.

For the first time in his life, he was actually content with his miserable existence. Yes, Ian was in danger, but he’d keep him safe or die trying.

He knew that finally, he’d found someone who might just give him that happiness that he craved and needed.

This was his sweet spot.

As he kissed the man, Ian enjoyed the way Gryphen felt above him. He was the kind of weight you liked pressing you down into the mattress.

Beneath him, he felt safe and protected, and that was all he wanted in life. Even before Will Jackson, all he craved was to find a person who completed him, and that person was Gryphen.

Yeah, he was lucky.

As the kiss intensified, Ian wanted nothing more than a sexual adventure in a Scottish castle.

Screw the kilt.

He wanted the man naked.

Pushing on his chest to get out from beneath him, Gryphen rolled, and Ian was on top. When he broke the kiss, he smiled down at him.

“You’re sexy,” Ian admitted.

Gryphen’s heart skipped.

“I’m mostly a mess.”

Oh, Ian didn’t think so. This man took a bullet to save him. This man nursed him back to health and put his own needs second over his.

This man was a treasure.

“That’s your perspective, but you need to know that I think you’re perfect.”

No one in his whole life had ever said that to him.

Ever.

Not a foster family.

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