Page 30 of The Protective Gryphen

“I’m not going to lie,” Gryphen said. “I could do that again and again, Baby.”

“Oohrah, Marine. Do it,” he said, not missing a beat.

It made Gryphen grin.

Oh, he would.

“Oh, Baby, bet on it,” he whispered, and then slapped Ian on the ass lovingly.

God.

Ian loved how he called him that. It was always awkward when a man used a pet name—before Gryphen. Now, Ian wanted to be his baby.

Forever.

That slap got him hard all over again. Ian was learning a lot about himself now that he was shacked up with this sexy man.

He liked being pillaged by a handsome Marine.

When his belly grumbled, Gryphen heard it, and the sexiness was over. It was time to take care of his man.

“Hungry?”

He didn’t lie.

“Yeah, I am. Want some cold coffee and we can see what’s in the kitchen for you to make because I don’t cook, but my man does?”

Gryphen would cook for him any time. He liked it when they were in the kitchen, and he got to feed Ian.

So, that was the plan.

Rolling out of bed to sit on the edge, Gryphen pulled his boxers on as Ian handed him his jeans.

It was chilly in the house, and their bags were still downstairs.

“I’ll get a fire going,” he offered, doing just that with the supplies in the room.

The whole time, Ian got dressed and watched.

Oh, this was a sexy fantasy he was never forgetting.

EVER.

If any person told him that a sexy Marine in a castle wasn’t a legit trope, he was slapping the shit out of them. Watching Gryphen on his knees as he got a fire going…

Jesus.

Before him, Ian thought of himself as a pretty self-sufficient person. Now, he liked letting Gryphen take the lead to take care of them.

He was the opposite of every man he’d ever dated in his life. Most of them were pretty boys who had to hire someone to fix a sink.

When Gryphen cleared his throat, Ian had to shake his head.

“You’re off in a different place,” Gryphen said, grinning. “And I think you were staring at my ass, Mr. Patterson. I feel cheap.”

Ian was curious.

“For the record, if our sink broke, what would you do?” he asked.

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