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“What happened to him?” Kylan asked, frowning now.

“He met someone,” I replied, smiling at the fond memory. “He was a barista. Liked a bit of kink. Loved the toys, loved having two daddies.”

“But then he met another man,” Leon added. “And that was that. We were happy for him. He was... he was fun. I suggested the NDA because the café he worked at was in the legal district. He met a lot of our colleagues and associates.”

Kylan nodded. “Sounds fair.”

“And I thought,” Leon added with a sigh, “when we agreed to have you on a regular basis that we should have some sort of similar arrangement. I didn’t realise how it would make you feel.”

Kylan shook his head. “And I didn’t either. Like I said, at first I liked it. But then I didn’t.”

“We’re glad you told us,” I said. “Anything you’re not comfortable with, you need to let us know.”

“I won’t ever tell anyone anything about us anyway,”Kylan added. “I know that doesn’t mean much in a legal sense. But I won’t ever betray you. If someone ever asks me anything—about what I wear for you, about the toys we use, the names we use—I’ll tell them I don’t know what they’re talking about.” He shrugged. “Well, probably except Fitch. He’s a total whore for details. Explicit details. But he knows not to tell anyone. It’s a hooker code. Never snitch.”

Leon took Kylan’s hand and smiled with a quiet sigh. “I know you won’t. I trust you.”

“I do too,” I chimed in. “Though we should probably work out what we’re going to tell people. When we go to family functions or to work events. We’ll need to have our stories straight because you know peoplewillask.”

Kylan’s wide eyes met mine. “Family functions? Work events?” He shook his head. “Uh, I don’t know about that. I don’t know if I... When I said I wanted us to be more public, I was thinking maybe dinner with Fitch or Benji, and Dominic and Nolan, of course. Or coffee at a café. Something much more low-key than family gatherings and work events.”

Leon chuckled. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. And maybe we should give him some time to acclimate before he meets your sisters,” he said, smiling at me. “But yes, we should devise a plan of action for what to tell people.”

“You could tell them I’m a nephew or something,” Kylan offered. “Or a long-lost child from some experimental hook-up with a woman.”

I barked out a laugh. “Or we could go with something a little more honest.”

“Such as?” Kylan whispered.

“That you’re our boyfriend?” I looked at Leon to see what he thought, and he smiled.

“I’m happy with that.”

“Boyfriend?” Kylan looked stunned and a little bewildered, truth be told.

“Is that not okay?” I asked him.

He let out a high-pitched laugh. “Uh, yes! I just didn’t think... I wasn’t sure if that’s... Is that what I am? A boyfriend?”

I gestured between myself and Leon. “Husband.” Then I pointed to him. “Boyfriend.”

Kylan nodded and laughed all at once, his hand to his forehead. “This is crazy. Can I call Fitch? I should probably check in anyway, but he’s gonna freak out.”

“Of course you can,” Leon said. “You don’t need to ask permission.”

Kylan leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, daddy,” he said, then shot up off the sofa and raced upstairs.

Leon blushed, and damn, if it wasn’t the cutest thing ever. I took Kylan’s place and snuggled into Leon. “We’re going to be okay.”

Leon gave me a squeeze. “Yeah, I think we will.”

Because we weren’t goinginto work the next day, we had a late breakfast with an agenda for the day of doing not much at all.

Kylan had slept in his bed alone last night.

After dinner, Leon had suggested he get a good night’s sleep so he woke up feeling a hundred percent tomorrow.

Kylan didn’t love the idea, but he still needed to rest and recover, and he needed to know that this new arrangement was more than just sex.

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