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Not because anybody is less turned on.

Because we've reached the part we actually planned.

Griffin looks at the table.

Then Ronan.

Then the cock ring.

His brows lift.

Chapter fifty-five

Aid Another

Griffin

Ronan holds the vibrating cock ring out to me like he's handing me a tool.

“This will make the next part more fun.”

I look at him.

Then at Cami.

Her lips are already twitching.

“That's usually her opinion of that thing too.”

Cami laughs, and Ronan's mouth curves just enough that I know he expected that answer.

The humor helps.

Not because I'm nervous exactly, but there is something objectively strange about standing naked beside a bondage table while two of my best friends prepare to restrain me so my wife can fuck me while three other men eventually form what can only be described as some kind of human sex train behind her.

There probably isn't a Hallmark card for this stage of friendship.

I take the ring from Ronan.

“Still the same boundary,” he says.

His tone has changed.

Not colder. Focused.

“Micah and I can position and restrain you. Cami is the only person touching you sexually.”

“Yeah.”

“And if that changes?”

“I'll say so.”

His eyes stay on mine another second.

“Color?”

“Green.”