Page 285 of The Protective Gryphen

He grinned.

“Red,” he said. “Like my kilt. Want to try it out tonight?” he asked. “You know…after we come to our agreement? We can celebrate.”

Sign.

Him.

Up.

“Absolutely,” he said, passing Gryphen the red wine and corkscrew.

He opened it as Ian grabbed two goblets from the cabinet. When he went up on his toes, Gryphen was watching his ass.

It was going to be an interesting night.

That was for sure.

When Ian turned around, he saw the lecherous grin, and it made his heart happy.

This hot man wanted him.

That was a miracle.

After Gryphen got the bottle open, he took the two glasses and held them, dangling from his fingers. Then, he offered Ian his arm.

“Mr. Patterson, join me?” he asked.

Oh, hell, yeah.

As they started up the stairs, Ian held onto his arm.

“You’re quite the gentleman, my Lord,” he admitted, loving this little game they had.

“I’ll always be one for you. I can promise that too. I’ll discipline you, but love you more than anyone else.”

He knew he would.

As they got closer to the room, Gryphen had to be honest. He was worried.

“I hope my contract didn’t go too far. As I was writing it out, I may or may not have gotten a little wild with it,” he admitted.

Ian hoped so.

Honestly, he didn’t mind.

“Were you honest with everything you wanted?” he asked. “Did you put in it exactly what you needed in our relationship to be happy and sexually content?”

Oh, did he ever.

“Absolutely.”

“Well, then, let’s see what we have, and we can always negotiate, add, or delete stuff. I know that I was one million percent honest with what I need in order to be happy with you.”

Yeah, still, Gryphen was worried. He was a controlling, bossy caveman, and he knew it.

What he’d written down…

Oh, it was terrifying to him that his lust and need went that deep for this man.

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