Page 137 of The Protective Gryphen

This just solidified the theory that the man was a caloric vacuum cleaner.

As for the rest, they both ate the eggs, neither touched the beans because that was…weird, and they finished just about everything else.

“Full?” Gryphen asked.

Ian nodded.

“Yes. Very. I don’t think I could put anything else in my mouth.”

Gryphen grinned.

“Except that. I could definitely put that in my mouth,” he clarified.

That made them both laugh.

“Well, that’s intriguing, but now, what I need is a nap. How do people eat all this for breakfast?”

That was a good question.

If Gryphen needed a nap, Ian was okay with going back to the castle. He’d had a rough time in the town so far.

“We can go back, if that’s what you’d like to do,” he stated.

Oh, he’d ruined the kilt experience, so he wasn’t shitting on this too. There was no way he was going to let Ian miss out on solving his mystery.

“We can’t. We have a date.”

He looked confused.

“We do? With whom?” he asked.

Gryphen said one name.

“God.”

Ian grinned because that meant they were going to the church to do some digging.

“Now I feel bad for manhandling your dick before church,” he said, and then laughed. “Nah, I really don’t. I’m going to manhandle it after too. Who the hell am I kidding? It’s a spectacular dick.”

He snorted.

“I like that itinerary. A lot. I certainly won’t be complaining about that,” he said.

Because the day was ticking away, Gryphen paid the bill, and they both headed out of the bistro.

“If I keep eating like that, I’m going to be plump,” Ian said offhandedly.

When Gryphen looked over with that annoyed look on his face, Ian finished his sentence.

“Relax because I’m good with it. I can’t help it. I like food a little too much, so this cushion for pushin’ is definitely getting bigger. Heads up, I won’t be sleek.”

Gryphen clued him in.

“So? Then, you’ll be curvy, and that’s just as fucking hot. More pounding and friction and I’ll be able to hold onto you even better.”

Ian loved how Gryphen truly enjoyed his body, and it was genuine. He caught him checking him out all of the time, and it gave him a thrill.

After all, he did the same thing to him.

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