Page 265 of The Protective Gryphen

Yes, he absolutely did.

This was why.

“You can stop worrying. I’ve got you, Ian. I’ll never let anything happen to you as long as I’m alive.”

That was what he needed to hear.

To prove it, Gryphen found his mouth, and he didn’t care who watched him kiss Ian. There was no way he was pretending they weren’t lovers.

Slowly, he made love to his mouth, easing that fear away by replacing it with love.

When he set him free, breaking the kiss, Ian sighed.

“Nice, huh?” he asked, grinning at him.

He nodded.

“Yeah, I like kissing you. You make the world a better place when your mouth is against mine.”

He was glad.

Because he wanted to further distract him, Gryphen knew what would do the job.

“Have you been thinking about our contract?” he asked. “I have.”

Ian was actually thinking about it right now.

“Yes, I have been.”

Gryphen wanted to make sure that the man hadn’t changed his mind so far.

“Did I cross the line when I made you blow me in that shop?” he asked. “I noticed you get very excited when there’s a chance we’re caught.”

Ian was honest since that was working so far in their relationship.

“Oh, you didn’t make me. I’d blow you right here if you asked me to. Who are we kidding? As for my excitement…yeah, I think I like that kink. It’s erotic to think that we can be caught. I put my faith in you, and trusted you had us both.”

Oh, he did.

“Did it bother you?” Ian asked. “You know, since this isn’t only about me.”

He reassured him.

“Mr. Patterson, the things I want to do with you. Right now, I desperately want to put you over my knee, pull down your pants, and redden that ass for getting into trouble again,” he said, not even whispering it.

A few people stared, and that made it even more erotic for Ian.

“Oh, God,” he whispered as his body reacted.

Gryphen wasn’t done.

“I want to put my hands on you, and mark your derriere as mine. I want everyone to know who you belong to, Ian. Once that contract is signed, I plan on doing just that.”

He licked his lips and chewed on the bottom one.

“Is that what you’d like, Mr. Patterson?” he asked.

He stared into his eyes.

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