Page 163 of The Protective Gryphen

“Can you somehow get Ian to dress for dinner? Something fancier than normal, but not his kilt? I have a sexy fantasy of my own planned, and it means him being in anything but a kilt.”

That seemed simple enough.

“Aye.”

He couldn’t tell him how grateful he was.

“I really appreciate this. I want to take the horses tomorrow to see the sun set too. I hope you don’t mind if we do.”

He absolutely didn’t.

“Do you know how to ride?” he asked.

He was adequate.

“Well, I’ve ridden a camel, two donkeys, and a few men I wish I didn’t stick my dick into in the military, so a horse is nothing.”

He laughed.

“Oh, now I just want to ask question after question, but I know…you only have eyes for your Ian.”

That was true.

“Well, make it memorable. I have the fireplace going, and there are pocket doors that open to the library. He’s feeding that fire. There may or may not be a rug in there that is perfect for lovemaking. I won’t be a-knockin’ as you said.”

He clued him in.

“That’s not the kind of sex I was planning, but thank you. I’m pulling out Lord of the manner kink tonight. Lovemaking is on the back burner. There’s a man to be fucking.”

Graham stared at him, and then he said one thing.

“God. I’m jealous.”

Oh, he should be.

The eruption of heat between him and Ian when they were locked together…

It was ridiculous.

Truly.

* * * The Ravensmire Chronicles * * *

Seven Thirty

Master’s Quarters

When Ian found him after doing the few chores that Graham asked him to complete, Gryphen was getting into the shower.

Once he realized what he was doing, Ian couldn’t help but watch him, and enjoy the view. It was all fun and games as he tried to sneak up on him.

He would have asked the man if he wanted company, but with one leg…

That was a slip and fall waiting to happen.

So, instead, he hopped onto the counter, and checked out the Marine scenery.

Holy shit but someone’s ass was spectacular.

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