Page 17 of Never Too Late for Love
He rolled his eyes and returned his focus to her. “Cannot fool you, can I, love?”
“And yet you’re still not answering the question.”
“I am reminded how lovely it is when we’re all under the same roof. It’s not as easy for us to leave for the UK, but we could spend time in LA with you.”
She thought about it and slowly nodded. “One condition.”
“Yes?”
She leveled her gaze at him, well aware that KC could snap back fully awake at any time.
“A certainsetoftitlesget left behind. It’ll be Landry, Tilly, Cris, and Bob in LA. Not…youknow.”
Although sadist was who hewas, not what hedid. It was ingrained in his personality and everything he did, both subtle and large.
“You think you can handle that for a week?” she asked.
* * * *
Landry studied Tilly. She never failed to fascinate him. When he’d first met her, it’d been Cris who’d provided the pivot their dynamic hinged upon, whether she could forgive Cris and accept him back into her life, and whether Cris could accept Landry’s place in Tilly’s life—and his place under Landry as Tilly’s husband.
Now, their future hinged upon Tilly as the pivot with their life with Bob.
Landry would be a liar if he said it wasn’t like a dream come true. Not that he’d originally wanted one more person to make them a quad, but Bob had been the perfect person and the perfect opportunity and the perfect circumstances, and Landry agreed he wanted no others in the future.
Maybe the four of them together, spending time vanilla—as much as theycouldbe vanilla—wouldn’t be a bad thing. The condo in LA was small enough to be impractical for escapes like what Landry suspected Bob and Cris were currently engaged in, either in the pool house or in what had been Bob’s bedroom before he’d been permanently added to their bed.
He also suspected Cris had rid Bob of the chastity cage. Not only did Landry want Tilly feeling protective and territorial of Bob in some ways, so did he want Cris to feel that as well.
One of the things Landry had discovered early on about Bob was that the man developed a strong bond with someone who felt like that about him. He longed to belong, to be owned, to be useful and appreciated.
Landry had no problem doing that and had earned the man’s love and obedience. Then there was Tilly, of course, for whom Bob already felt that. For this to truly last, Bob needed to feel that from and for Cris.
And they would have few opportunities over the next few months to all be together at the same time.
“I believe I could handle that quite well, love,” he said. “And I do like to keep the office out there on their toes. I don’t wish them to grow too complacent that we might not stop in at any time.”
She smiled. “Aaaaand there it is.”
“My dear, you did not say I couldn’t bring that persona to work.”
She snickered. “No, I did not. Feel free, those poor bast—um, poor guys.”
“Language, love.” He grinned.
“Hey, I caught myself.”
He worked on her foot, relaxing her. “So they retired to the pool house, then, I take it?”
From the way her entire body went rigid, he knew he’d guessed correctly.
He smiled. “You also did not say I had to stop being menow, love.” He blew her a kiss.
She stifled her laugh so as not to awaken KC, and he was pretty sure she mumbled, “Frickin’ sadist,” under her breath.
* * * *
Landry didn’t get up and stalk off after his boys like he knew Tilly assumed he’d do. Actually, he was content to let them play for now, because that kind of play would be rare out in LA.
