Page 17 of The Protective Gryphen

“Oh, I was being polite. I planned on sleeping beside you,” Gryphen admitted, lifting his chin, and placing a kiss on his lips.

Immediately, Gryphen reacted. His body called for Ian’s, and he fought that lust to give the man more time to explore the castle.

Later though…

It would be a whole different story.

Setting him free, Gryphen began checking the room out, and on the nightstand, there was a remote.

He pushed a button and the curtains slid closed.

Oh, that was perfect.

Privacy and no sun.

Thank God for that because they were going to be sleeping for a while.

Jet lag was a bitch.

It was already Wednesday morning, and they both needed some rest before they looked around even more.

“Well, that’s handy,” Ian admitted.

Yes, yes, it was.

Gryphen pushed another button, and a TV popped up out of a buffet-like table across the room.

“Well, we won’t need that,” Gryphen admitted, seeing the blush run up Ian’s neck, proving he was thinking the same thing he was.

Bedrooms weren’t for TV watching.

They were for memory making.

Because he was turned on, and needed to focus, Ian put down the packet, and went into the bathroom to look around.

It was beautiful in there too.

The shower was stone and matched the castle walls.

When Gryphen joined him, he whistled.

“It’s like showering in a grotto. This is a big space too,” he said, reading between the lines.

Big bed.

Big shower.

Yeah, Callen had definitely had this suite constructed for a couple of reasons, and only one of them was to sleep.

Ian began laying out his toiletries from the small bag he’d been carrying, as Gryphen leaned on the wall watching him. When he looked up, he saw the man behind him.

“Do you feel safe here?” Gryphen asked.

Ian paused.

He thought about it, and honestly, he absolutely did feel safe.

“Yes.”

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