Page 255 of The Protective Gryphen

The Pub

Friday

One P.M.

When Ian wanted to shop, he was going to shop. At the top of his list was one thing, and only one thing—another kilt. They headed back to the shop and purchased a fiery red tartan that made Gryphen look just as hot.

Maybe more so.

It riled him up, and as Ian doted on the man as he was getting fitted, he also took every single opportunity to feel Gryphen up.

Someone had been just as turned on.

Only, when the older man went to take care of the kilt, Gryphen made Ian drop to his knees and blow him again.

He’d been told he had until the man got back, or he’d be caught.

So he blew him like he’d never blown him before, and luckily, Gryphen came right before the man returned. They’d almost gotten caught, and that made it hotter.

The more he got Gryphen off, obeying him, the more the man wanted. Ian couldn’t say no to this man, and he was dying to get home so they could work on their contracts.

Maybe they should have spent today in bed.

As for Reggie, if the older man suspected something, he didn’t let on, and that was a good thing.

It only added to the non-stop role-playing they were about to make their everyday life.

Honestly, Gryphen wanted to take these risks.

It made him wild with need.

As they checked out, Ian was standing in front of him, and he knew that he could feel him still hard. Because Ian was horny, he continually rubbed against him, tormenting him.

It was as if he was daring him to take him.

Oh, well, he would.

Later.

As they left the shop, bags in hand, Ian pointed at another shop he wanted to visit.

Gryphen saw what it was, and he was hella confused by it.

“What do we need stationary for, Ian?” Gryphen asked. “Who are we conversing with? You and I have our own way of talking, and it doesn’t involve paper and pen.”

He grinned.

“Well, I might want to put love notes in your lunch,” he admitted. “But I was thinking for the thank you notes after our wedding when I thank everyone for coming and the gifts.”

His heart skipped.

Well, both of those options made him giddy.

“I like those ideas. I love that you plan ahead, Ian, but I’d like to remind you that you still haven’t asked. What’s a man have to do?”

Ian was ready to do it then and there. When he’d told him to give him head in the dressing room, he’d never had such a thrill in his life when Ian immediately dropped to his knees and complied.

It had been wild, and he’d wanted to make this man his forever.

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