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It did lighten the mood, and I had to remember what Fitch had said the other night. That he thought he was safe to be himself, to be bratty and cheeky with me, even in front of our friends, because he should be safe to do so.

And he was right.

So this was me learning from him, taking his cues, and appreciating that he wanted to feel safe with me.

Ineededhim to feel safe with me.

So I pretended to be mad and gave him a little huff as I left them to make some phone calls.

It didn’t help that I could hear Fitch’s voice, singled out as if my ear was trained to hear only him, despite the phone conversation I was having with my boss.

Fitch was talking about Nolan... “He has the big apartment, and the big bed, and the big dick. I’d take it too. Actually,” Fitch craned his neck to look at Nolan. “If you want another?—”

I knew he was joking. He was the funny, bratty one, after all.

But still.

I didn’t like that.

And if I had to learn cues from Fitch, then it was only fair he be expected to learn cues and boundaries from me.

And that included joking about being with other men, another daddy figure, especially in front of me. He could joke and be bratty like he had when the three boys were in bed. He’d joked about how it was unfortunate they were still fully dressed. I could appreciate that. It was cute and funny.

But him talking about another man? Especially one I knew. I didn’t like that at all, and I’d need to open a discussion on boundaries with him later.

But then he did it again.

Fitch gave Benji a squeeze. “You have us. And you have Mr Big Apartment with the Big Dick.”

And my feet were in motion before I could stop myself. I stalked over to where he sat on the sofa, gripped his chin, and put my finger to his lips.

“Enough,” I mouthed.

But then of course, Fitch moaned and melted, his eyes glazing over with lust.

He was such a fucking brat.

I wanted to do obscene things to him...

Then, of course, Ky whispered, “Damn.”

And I remembered where I was, who was watching, and that my boss was giving instructions in my ear.

I would deal with Fitch later.

I went back to the far corner of the room by the dining table and, after that phone call, made another. This time to the police inspector in charge of the Barbieri case.

There was no going back now.

All wheels had been set in motion.

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FITCH

SeeingDom being all boss mode was hot as fuck.

He was in charge, in complete control, and his cold and conceited demeanour might make anyone else think he was an arsehole.

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