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As Ian slowly slipped into sleep, Gryphen kept his naked body against him. His hand was on his abs, and he was cuddled into his bigger chest.

His breathing was slow and steady, and in that moment, Gryphen was at peace.

As he followed his lover into sleep, Gryphen knew that he was the one who should buy a lottery ticket.

Because he’d won the lottery too.

The love lottery.

Chapter Five

Ravensmire

Thursday

Morning

Eight A.M.

When Ian finally awoke from his slumber, Gryphen was gone. He was in bed all alone, and an incredibly sticky mess from the wild interlude they’d had in the middle of the night.

Oh, but honestly, he wouldn’t change a single moment of it for anything.

There was, clearly, a lot about Gryphen that Ian didn’t know. The first being that he assumed that he would be doing the fucking only, and not take it himself.

Yeah, that was a big assumption.

Clearly, a wrong one.

Now, Ian needed to navigate that, and work it into their relationship, if that was what Gryphen wanted. To him, he was solely a receiver.

That was just how he rolled, but he’d switch it up if Gryphen liked that.

For him, he liked having a man take his ass, and he definitely didn’t mind sharing that experience if that was what Gryphen craved.

Not.

At.

All.

He’d have to talk to him, and see if that was a once in a while experience, or if he enjoyed it as much as he did.

Sharing was caring.

For now, though, he was satiated, and the morning wood didn’t even make an appearance.

No shock there.

Gryphen made sure to drain his balls last night, and what he needed now was a shower and hydration.

Since he was thinking about the wicked, sexy Marine Devil…

Stretching, he put his face in Gryphen’s pillow, and was able to pick up his scent.

Yeah, that was what he was talking about.

It was that masculine musk with a mix of his shampoo and body wash.

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