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“I’m not lying,” Roman said, swallowing his regret that hewaskeeping a secret from Grant.
“Ow. Stop hitting me and get up here.”
The moment Roman shuffled forward and was within reach, Grant hauled him down. Roman grunted as he landed ungracefully on his mate. Grant tugged at Roman’s hair and stabbed his tongue through his lips. Chuckling at Grant’s impatience to taste himself in Roman’s mouth, Roman leisurely returned the voracious kiss as he settled himself more comfortably on Grant.
“I can’t wait to do that again,” Grant murmured.
“I know the feeling.”
“So, I was good?”
“The very fucking best, baby.”
Chapter 22
Grant was in a fantastic mood, and it had everything to do with the beautiful man walking ahead of him into the conference room reserved for Reverent and Venerable Knights. Not only was Roman’s ass doing dazzling things to their black casual uniform, but Roman was also a wonderful mate. Kind, considerate, and sexy, Roman was exactly what Grant would’ve wished for from Fate if he’d gone long enough without meeting Roman to beg Fate to give him his other half.
With an appreciative smile, Grant sat in the chair Roman had pulled out for him.
“Thank you,” Grant said as the other men in the room settled around the table.
Roman grabbed the seat next to him and kissed Grant softly. “Anytime.”
“Sam, didn’t I tell you?” Arvandus asked, planting his elbows on the table and resting his chin in his hands. “They’re getting cuter every day.”
Samson rolled his eyes and placed a plastic box of fresh cookies on the table. “Everyone gets a treat but Arvandus because he’s annoying.”
“Excuse me if I’m excited about Roman and Grant,” Arvandus protested and moved so fast to snatch a cookie that Samson had no chance to stop him. That didn’t prevent Samson from slapping Arvandus’s arm.
“Samson doesn’t want us embarrassing the happy couple,” Drystan stated.
“We can all gush privately later,” Conley added.
“That’s fair,” Roman said. “I gush about you two. Samson and Brynn too. As for Arvandus, I mostly feel sorry for Albie.”
“Imagine getting stuck with Arvandus’s ass not once but twice,” Drystan remarked with a sad shake of his head.
“Apple has no complaints,” Arvandus commented with a grin. The first of the Venerable Knights appeared to have no lack of confidence when it came to his other half, and Grant loved that for him. It was nice to be surrounded by so many couples who adored each other. Should he ever encounter issues with Roman, he already had a long list of people he could call for advice.
“Which proves that sentinels have more than one flaw,” Drystan drawled. “I don’t get why he let you give him a fruit nickname.”
“It’s none of our business,” Conley replied, giving Drystan’s cheek a smacking kiss. “Besides, I think it’s cute.”
“Is there a reason you called us in here, or do we have to sit around watching Arvandus smile like an idiot while he daydreams about Albie?” Roman asked.
Conley narrowed his golden gaze at Roman. “For a man so recently blessed by Fate, you’re grumpy.”
“You’d be grumpy too if you saw my workload,” Roman said.
“Ah, Roman has yet to find the right work-to-life ratio now that he has a man to woo,” Arvandus remarked.
“Maybe that’s because no one is allowing me to carry my own weight,” Grant stated, his voice strained with his annoyance at the other Venerable Knights. Although he’d expected to be guided through his first few weeks, he’d been trained. He didn’t need the others to protect him or keep him from sharing the burden of their constantly growing case files. “If we had comparable workloads, I’d have just as much to do after we leave the office. But I don’t, do I?”
Drystan lifted a brow as Arvandus, Samson, and Roman all avoided eye contact with the Reverent Knights and Grant. “Do Con and I seriously have to wade in and divvy up the files like you’re not capable adults?”
“We thought we’d give Grant time to adjust,” Samson argued, weakly in Grant’s opinion.
“Did Arvandus and Roman do that for you?” Grant asked.
