Page 231 of The Protective Gryphen

“God, I hope so.”

Setting Ian’s hand free, Gryphen soaped up, and Ian hopped up onto the counter to watch him. His discomfort must have registered.

“I hurt you,” Gryphen said. “I’ll ease up on the spanking.”

Honestly, his ass didn’t hurt from that.

“Now, let’s not do anything crazy,” Ian said. “I liked it a lot, and that makes me wild. If you hurt me, I’ll be the first to tell you. You didn’t.”

He was honest.

“I mean, I kinda like knowing you’re still thinking about it,” Gryphen said. “I know I am.”

Oh, Ian was too.

Maybe too much.

At some point, he was going to have to be very honest with Gryphen about the previous night. Now that he’d had that kind of sex, and it had been the best in his life, he didn’t want to go back to vanilla.

He wanted all kinds of chocolate and kink.

“My Lord, I’ll be thinking about it for the rest of my life,” he said, purposely using that name for him.

Why?

Calling him that made Gryphen’s erection stand.

His too.

Now, Ian’s erection was throbbing, and he had to fight it. Oh, it was so hard to do that too.

From where he stood in the shower, Gryphen was grinning. It was wicked and masculine.

“I think you know how to get my attention,” Gryphen said. “That’s it. Call me that, and he’s coming to the party.”

“Good to know.”

Oh, he was pretty sure their sex life was going to be that for the rest of their lives.

As Gryphen rinsed off and shut off the water, he got out to dry off. When he put his leg back on, then, and only then, did Ian hop down.

“Okay, let’s get you dressed,” he said, heading to the bedroom to start their date.

Gryphen was curious. Now that he knew Ian wasn’t disappointed in their previous evening, he was dying to know what their plans were.

“What have you arranged for us?” Gryphen asked, as Ian handed him some clean clothes.

“Oh, let’s just say we’re going to laugh our asses off, and hopefully, not piss our pants in the process.”

He stared at him.

“Mr. Patterson. Is that a kink?”

Ian snorted.

“Absolutely not. Well, maybe you laughing is. I love the sound of it. When you laugh, it’s like warm whiskey on a cold day. It sends chills through my body.”

Oh, Gryphen knew what else would send chills through his body.

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