Page 227 of The Protective Gryphen

Or at least, that was what he was hoping.

“Oh, no, don’t ravage my body by putting on that kilt and making me your sex slave again. What ever will I do?” he asked, monotone.

Gryphen laughed.

This man was his absolute treasure.

“I love you, Baby,” he admitted. “You’re my world.”

Ian rested his head on his shoulder and wrapped his arms around his waist. He enjoyed the scent of man and feel of his body.

This was home.

Gryphen was his safe place.

No matter what he’d be feeling, one hug and kiss from him erased that pain.

“I know, Gryph. I can’t wait to spend my life with you. I love you so much it hurts.”

He nuzzled Ian, rubbing his scruff against his forehead, enjoying it himself.

“I could just hold you all day long,” he admitted.

Only, Gryphen wanted to get the work done, so they could spend time together doing couple-y things.

“Let me finish up. I have a few more bales to get up for Graham, and then I have to carry the feed up.”

Ian was more than happy to watch.

“Carry on, sexy man. I’ll go watch the Gryphen show,” he said, winking at him.

When he went back and sat on the log, he did just that. As Gryphen did the heavy lifting, Ian just had a good old time.

When Gryphen looked back at him, he raised his mug in salute.

Ian couldn’t help himself.

“Bend with your knees. It makes your ass stick out,” he said.

It made him laugh.

How could it not?

“Someone’s incorrigible today. I think I like this side of him. Ogle me more.”

Yes, yes, he was, and yes, yes, he planned on it.

He’d never get enough of this man.

Ever.

When Gryphen hefted the hundred-pound bags of feed onto his shoulder, and didn’t even strain to do it, Ian fanned himself.

“SO goddamn hot,” he yelled, making Gryphen chuckle in amusement. “I absolutely have a type, and this is it.”

When Gryphen used a rope and repelled down the side of the stable instead of the ladder, Ian had an erection.

Yep.

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