Page 164 of The Protective Gryphen

“Having a good time?” Gryphen asked, soaping up his body as he balanced himself against the wall.

Ian didn’t even hesitate.

“Oh, you’d better believe it.”

The tone in his voice made Gryphen smile.

“I’m glad you like my body.”

Oh, well, he had news for him.

“It has nothing to do with like. Love is the correct word. I could spend hours just watching you. You are most definitely a fine masculine specimen. I like thinking about the things we can do in bed together.”

That was all he had to say.

Gryphen’s dick started standing up, and Ian saw it. It was pretty difficult to miss it.

The big man was a BIG man.

“If you want, before dinner, we can take care of that little dick-uation you have going on there,” he offered, lecherously. “You know I’m always ready for you to fuck me and fuck me good.”

God.

This was going to be hella awkward if he had an erection when Graham had to help him into his kilt. He planned on going commando tonight for his little evening game of cat and mouse.

“Well, I’ll tell you what. You, me, dinner, some wine in front of our fire, and then, I’ll fuck you all night long.”

He blinked.

When he didn’t speak, Gryphen looked over sensing something was wrong.

“You good?” he asked.

He shook his head.

“No. I’m picturing it, and then you said wine. I was hoping you meant the real stuff, because I could use a drink after that drive here.”

He grinned.

“Actually, I did mean the real stuff. I can have a glass or two with you.”

There was only one problem with that.

“And the nightmares?” Ian asked.

Gryphen shrugged.

“If I have any, I’ll wake you up, and you can help me work through them.”

Ian would love if Gryphen trusted him enough to do that. He knew when he was scared, there was only one person he wanted to run to.

His man.

“We don’t have to get drunk. I wouldn’t want you to not be able to fuck me all night long.”

He laughed.

And laughed.

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