Page 32 of Never Too Late for Love
Naked, except for his collar and cuffs.
Just like Bob.
He stepped behind Bob and pressed him against the island counter, wrapping his arms around him from behind, nibbling on his neck. “We’re cleaned up out there. Why are you still in here?”
“I don’t want to leave this until morning.”
“It’s okay.”
“All this food’ll go to waste.”
Cris rested his chin on Bob’s shoulder and finally surveyed the counter. “That is alotof food. I didn’t realize how much was left over.” He sighed. “I’ll help.”
They were working on that when Landry walked in, dressed only in shorts. “There’s my boys. Are we ready to go to bed?”
Bob knew better than to ask if he and Cris would be allowed relief tonight. If the sadist decided it would be so, then it would.
If not? The two of them could wait.
They’d have to.
Tilly wasn’t asleep when they reached the bedroom. She was sitting up in bed, propped against the headboard with pillows and wearing a long T-shirt while she browsed on her iPad.
Bob assumed she was going through e-mail. It wasn’t a holiday in the UK, and she’d want to stay on top of things there.
“Tell me you aren’t working, love,” Landry drawled.
She didn’t look up from her screen. “We promised not to lie to each other,” she snarked.
Yep. Full-on work mode. Bob knew that tone.
Landry let out a melodramatic sigh that would make some of KC’s look like fine acting. “Love, you are home, it’s Sunday, and today was a party.”
“It’s after midnight. It’s Monday now.”
“It’s aholiday.” He snatched the iPad out of her hand and managed to fend her off.
“Hey, give that back!”
“Not until morning.”
“Itismorning in London, you fink!”
“Yes, and they know you’re in the States andIown your time right now.” He managed to get a hand on her ponytail and calm her down. He glared at Bob and Cris. “A little help, please, gentlemen?”
Cris snorted. He’d been standing there, watching with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. “I figured you had things under control.”
Cris got behind her and held her arms pinned back. Landry set her iPad on the dresser and then pulled her T-shirt up and over her head, an impromptu blindfold. Landry pointed Bob between her legs, all the fight going out of her when Bob’s mouth latched on to her clit. She moaned, slumping forward and trying to grind her pussy against his face.
“There, that’s better,” Landry said. “I thought I had fucked all the fight out of her earlier. I guess I was wrong.”
“Gee,” Cris said. “Ya think?”
“That was spoken like a man who doesn’t want an orgasm.”
“No, that was spoken like a man who knows it’s three against one now, and if I get really desperate we’ll just suck on your balls until we get you horny enough to be nice again.”
Landry loudly sighed. “Such a brat you are becoming, slave, now that you have one of your own to torture.”
