Page 34 of The Protective Gryphen

“Are you going to cook for me all of the time?” Ian inquired. “Asking because…well, it’s sexy. I’m going to gain more weight.”

Gryphen glanced over, and the grin was wicked.

“The bigger the cushion, the better the pushin’.”

It made Ian snort.

“I see your plan. Fatten me up, and then fuck me. I’m down with it. I’m tired of being on a diet.”

Gryphen was confused.

“Why would you even be on a diet?” he asked. “You’re always going to be perfect. I’m going to be attracted to you at any weight.”

His heart skipped.

“Because being a gay man in a professional role is brutal,” he admitted. “It’s no different than being a woman.”

Gryphen gave him his bacon since he knew how much Ian loved it. He never realized the man picked at his food because he was worried about getting fat.

That was not a worry in his book. Together, they sat there and finished up their breakfast.

When they were done, Gryphen was honest.

“For the record, if you were to get heavier, I’m still going to chase you around and try to put my dick in you, Ian. I work out because of my job. I told you. No one likes doing that. I just don’t want to die.”

Ian leaned over and kissed him.

“Don’t ever die. I can’t live without you.”

He smiled.

“Baby, I’m a Marine. I’m damn hard to kill,” he said, honestly. “Well, there is a way.”

Ian lifted a brow.

He was curious.

“How?”

He grabbed him, tossing him over his shoulder and began carrying him back up the stairs.

“Sex. You can kill me with really incredible, heart-stopping sex.”

Ian hung upside down and was astonished at the sheer strength of this man. He took him up all of the stairs without breaking a sweat or losing his breath.

Holy shit.

Ian loved his life.

A.

Lot.

“Well, then, let’s go kill you, and me in the process,” Ian said, laughing.

And that sounded like a plan.

A good one.

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