Page 184 of The Protective Gryphen

The dimple in his chin appeared.

It appeared that they were on the same page, and Ian wanted to do this.

Then, it was done.

“I do believe that was the arrangement. May I make a toast to start off our evening together?” he asked.

“Yes, my Lord,” he said.

God.

Each time he said that, his dick got harder and harder, and now, he could feel the wetness from the precum.

He was so screwed.

Ian knew he’d have no control.

Picking up his glass of wine, he held it up to Gryphen, and the man made a toast.

“To our night of debauchery where you are mine,” he said. “And I do mean mine, Mr. Patterson, in every possible way. Once we begin, no will not be an option.”

Oh, holy hot.

Ian swallowed, and then clinked his glass off of his. They each took a sip, and then, Gryphen kept the role going to up the heat in the room.

What he wanted was Ian so wound up, that the man was dying to get off.

With him.

Moving, he pulled the domed lids from the food, and then handed him the dishes.

It was time to keep the Lord act up. He only hoped he could do just that.

“You may serve us. You may serve me since it will be one of only many acts tonight where you will be mine to command.”

God.

Ian actually wanted to push up his kilt and serve him right then and there. It was that bossiness, along with the promise of unbridled lusty sex with the Lord that got him all hard.

REALLY.

HARD.

“Do you understand, Mr. Patterson, what I’m saying?” he asked.

Ian nodded.

“Yes, my Lord,” he said, barely able to get the words out. The way Gryphen was staring at him made his whole body quake.

Never in a million years did he expect this.

Because he didn’t want the fantasy to ever end, Ian did what Gryphen wanted.

He put food on both of their plates, serving Gryphen first. When Gryphen sat, his back to the fire at the head of the table, there was no doubt that if he lived a previous life, he would have been just as powerful then too.

This man just oozed virility and masculinity.

“I would like you to sit near me, Mr. Patterson. I enjoy the scent of your cologne. I can’t wait to smell it on my skin later,” he said.

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