Page 53 of Benji

Me, Fitch, and Ky were sitting on Nolan’s veranda. It was eleven thirty, the sun was perfectly warm, and the three of us were lounging about, soaking it up like cats.

“I told him I would do anything. Literally anything,” I repeated. “I said the words ‘if he left me with my arse open and full of his come,’ I would literally do any single thing he asked.” I sighed. “And there I was, lying ruined on his bed at seven o’clock this morning, and he came out all showered, dressed hot as fuck in his suit, knelt on thebed so he could kiss me, and told me all he wanted was for me to have a good day.”

Fitch’s face was one of horrified disbelief, and Ky burst out laughing.

“You like him,” Ky said. “And it sounds like he feels the same.”

“There are no feelings,” I said. Then I amended, “On his behalf, anyway. This is purely transactional.”

Ky closed his eyes and lifted his face to the sun. “Maybe it started out that way. But it doesn’t sound that way now.”

I sighed because no, it couldn’t be. I couldn’t bring him into my world anyway, even if it was true. “He’s just a nice guy.”

Ky, still with his eyes closed, waved his hand back to the apartment. “Correction. A super rich nice guy. A nice guy who lets you stay in his luxury apartment. Who’s paying you to stay in his luxury apartment. I mean, what in the actual Disney movie fuck?”

Fitch snorted. “Pretty sure Disney don’t make X-rated movies.” Then he turned to me. “But he did leave you with your arse full of his seed, right?”

I laughed. “You’re such a whore.”

He grinned at me with no shame. “I know, thank you.”

“And how did your night end up?” I asked him. “With Mr I-didn’t-know-your-name-was-actually Dom?”

Fitch laughed and arched his back with a moan. “So good.”

“Did you get the punishment you were begging for?”

“Oh, did I ever.” He sighed. “He dropped me home this morning on his way to work.”

“You stayed the whole night?”

“Fuck yes, I did,” he said. “His place is even nicer than Nolan’s, just so you know. And he’s not a Dom, but when I call him daddy—” Fitch snapped his fingers. “—something switches on in that man, lemme tell you.”

I chuckled. “Did he pay you? Because it sounds like you should be paying him.”

Fitch grinned, closing his eyes to the sun. “He did pay, yes. But honestly, I would do it for free. Don’t tell him that though.”

Ky laughed. “Such a whore.”

“Like you can talk,” Fitch said. “I can only handle one. How the hell do you handle two daddies?”

Ky smirked. “With servitude and pleasure.”

I snorted. “Whore.”

He preened. “Thank you.”

We were quiet for a moment, then Fitch turned his attention to me. “And Nolan’s okay with us coming over today?”

“Yep. I asked him when I got Ky’s text this morning. He said it was fine.”

“And your Nolan and my Dominic work together?” Fitch pressed.

My Nolan . . .

“I think so. I don’t ask for details. Why?”

“Just curious.”

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