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It was also nice for me and Leon to spend the night sleeping in each other’s arms. We needed to reconnect too. Not in a sexual way but in a closeness, been-together-for-twenty-five years kind of way.

But by mid-afternoon, after lingering hugs and his need to be close and touching us, I could tell Kylan was more than just bored. He was uncomfortable. As if he wanted to ask us something but was unsure how.

He’d eaten well, he’d drank a lot of water and juice, he said he felt great.

“Come here, darling,” I said. I pulled him onto my lap, and he was quick to lean in, his head against my neck. “Is something on your mind?”

He was quiet for a long moment that told me yes, something was on his mind.

“I know daddy said I need to recover,” he murmured.

As soon as he’d used the word daddy, I knew where this was going.

He squirmed a little. “And I know daddy knows best.”

I rubbed his back. “Yes, we want you to be back to your old self, darling.”

He squirmed again. “I feel fine, daddy. I feellike...”

“Like what, sweetheart?” I soothed, rocking him a little.

“Like I’d feel so much better if you fucked me.” He arched his back a little, squirming still. “I think I need it, daddy. I need you both to have me. I need you to prove to me that I’m yours. Please, daddy?”

I hummed.

We’d wondered how long we should leave it until we broached the subject with him. We needed to show patience and restraint while he made the decision about what he needed.

I guess he’d just made his mind up.

“Will daddy mind?” Kylan asked, his eyes wide with innocence. “I don’t want him to get mad or tell me no because he thinks I’m not feeling better. But daddy, I am,” he said. Then he palmed his crotch and winced. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

I put my finger to his chin and pulled his face up. “Go upstairs and get yourself ready. I’ll go talk to daddy.”

Because I knew Leon, and I knew that he wanted the same thing. He wanted to celebrate this new stage in our relationship. He’d wanted to take Kylan into our bed last night, but he’d said Kylan needed the rest. That he’d needed time to adjust and to feel safe with us without the presumption of sex.

But he’d wanted him.

The same way I’d wanted him. But Leon was right. We had to let Kylan take the lead and be the one to tell us when he was ready.

Which he’d just done.

I watched Kylan disappear up the stairs, then went to find Leon in his office. He’d had a few emergency business things to take care of, but he’d been gone a while.

The door was ajar and I could see him at his desk, sitting back in his chair, staring at some papers on his desk. I lightly knocked, startling him. “Hey,” I said, walking in.

He smiled at me. “Hey.”

I walked around to his side of the desk, swivelled his desk chair around, and sat on his lap. He slung one arm around my waist, the other resting on my knee. “You looked lost in thought. Everything okay?”

He hummed and picked up the papers, handing them to me.

It was the NDA we’d all signed.

“Oh.”

“Should we sign a release statement?” he asked. “Or just tear it up?”

I sighed. “Maybe we should ask Kylan.”

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