Page 249 of The Protective Gryphen

He stared at him.

“Were you? Because I’ve learned a lot through life, and one of the biggest lessons was that when people joked about something, there was truth behind it.”

“I can’t own a sex slave,” he said. “That’s all kinds of wrong.”

Only, he absolutely wanted that in the worst way. He wanted that kind of kink with Ian. The mere idea that Lord Carter could live on….

God.

He was a horrible human being but he wanted this man to be his property so they could live this feeling forever.

“First, you’re turned on just talking about this. I can see your erection. Secondly, you can go into a sexual relationship and have parameters that you want. No one calls it a contract, but if you said to me that you didn’t want anal, that’s your parameter. Your contract.”

“Okay, you have a point.”

Ian tried to rationalize it for Gryphen.

“Everything is about perception. If you and I have a relationship where you have certain expectations in bed, what’s wrong with agreeing to them upfront? I’d demand sex at least once a day. That would be part of my list of needs to be happy.”

Gryphen was letting him talk him down off the ledge, because he was about ready to make a contract up because this man got his dick wild.

“What would be on your list?” he asked.

Gryphen was honest.

“Head. I really like head. I was good before you opened up that door, but now that we have sex, I need head. I love a blowjob.”

Ian reached over, and rubbed him through his jeans.

Immediately, there was that low growl deep in his chest.

“You’re hard, Gryphen.”

God.

He was.

As he kept squeezing his erection, he knew the man had him wrapped around his little finger.

“What’s wrong with having a contract?” he whispered in his ear. “You want a sex slave, and I want to be that for you in bed.”

Gryphen shook.

“Ian, you’re making it difficult to think,” he said.

Oh, he was aware.

“Do you want that contract with me?” he asked, being the most daring he’d ever been in his life. Never had he wanted something so badly. Ian wanted to fight for this. In the midst of the sex last night, he knew he could never go back.

Gryphen brought it out in him.

“God, you know I do. You saw me last night. I have no control around you.”

“I have needs too, Gryphen,” he whispered. “And I need a man who meets them for me. That’s you.”

Gryphen swallowed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed at those words.

God help him, but he was going to go there.

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