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I couldn’t help but smile at his excitement. “What is it?”

He upended a bag onto the bed and some blue and grey fabric fell out. He picked up the grey piece, which turned out to be a shirt, and held it up. “Pyjamas,” he said.

I laughed, because on the front of the shirt in big letters wasGood Things. Then he picked up the much smaller blue one and showed me the front. “Small Packages,” I said, reading the writing.

Fitch grinned. “They’re super soft. Don’t you just love them? Matching boyfriend pyjamas.”

Boyfriend.

First time we’d used that word, but given we were in love, it made sense.

“I love them,” I said, giving him a kiss. “Boyfriend.”

He beamed, so freaking happy, and seeing him thrive these last few weeks filled me with a rush of pride.

He picked up a box off the bed and showed me the front. “Penis pump with cock ring and masturbator sleeve,” he whispered, then pointed to the wall. “These are Ky’s. I think he’s into some freaky shit.”

I snorted. “Good for him.” Then I picked up one box and looked at the picture and description. “Prostate wand.”

Fitch laughed. “Vibrating prostate wand. The vibrating part is important.”

I chuckled as I looked at him. “You like these?”

“I’ve never used one before,” he whispered. “Thought I’d ask my daddy to help me try it out for the first time so I don’t embarrass myself on camera.”

I laughed and whispered back to him. “I think your daddy would like that very much.”

He buzzed with excitement and picked up a dildo, then proceeded to tap me on each of my shoulders. “I hereby anoint you as Sir Daddy.”

I chuckled. “Pretty sure that’s not how it works.”

Just then there was another voice in the living room, and a moment later, Benji appeared in the doorway with Nolan behind him.

Fitch launched himself at Benji, dildo still in hand, and collected him in a jumpy hug. They laughed and were soon infatuated with the sex toys, while I nodded to Nolan that we should give them some time.

Benji hadn’t been back to the unit in weeks, and they’d planned to have some boys’ time, fine-tuning the new lighting and camera placements for their Only Fans channel, while Nolan and I went down for a long overdue catch-up at 180.

I lifted Fitch’s chin so he’d look at me. “Be good.”

He smiled serenely back at me. “Have fun. Let me know when you’re leaving, and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

It wasn’t even nine o’clock when we got to the bar, and I was surprised to see Leon and Marek already sitting in their usual chairs. They were an eclectic couple; Leon was stoic in his expensive dark Italian suit, whereas Marek usually had a little more flair with colour in French wool and his artfully thin moustache. They were ruthless in the courtroom and out of it.

It was as if they moved in sync and knew what the other was thinking. As if they could communicate without talking. I guess that was to be expected considering they’d been together twenty-something years.

They were a united front, always. Where there was one, there was the other. I wouldn’t like to be on the wrong side of them, and that was said as their friend.

“Ah,” Marek said, ushering us over. “Come take a seat. Sorry we couldn’t help when you texted us. We were in Melbourne, up to our eyeballs in litigation. You know how that is.”

Yes, Nolan and I knew all too well.

“Did you still need some advice?” Marek asked.

I sipped my whisky and shook my head. “I think I have it figured out. Sort of. It’s ongoing and there may be questions at some point.”

Both Marek and Leon stared at me, suspicious but not taking the bait.

“He’s got himself a boyfriend,” Nolan said. “Emphasis on the boy part.”

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