Page 96 of Finding Lord Landry

And then it hit me—I could. No modeling contracts to uphold, no secret noble identity to hide. I could be myself in front of the world, live fully in the light.

But what I wanted most was to be right here, with Kenji.

“What do you want?” he whispered like he could see my thoughts taking shape. “Landry? What’s your fantasy?”

I studied him.My fantasy?

It wasn’t a position or an act. It wasthis. It washim. Being with me. Wanting me—not just physically but in every way. It was Kenji Toma saying he loved me.

His hair was silk between my fingers as I pulled him down to kiss him deeply. His hard shaft slid against mine, his balls brushing against me. Our chests and bellies pressed together as I wrapped my other arm around his back, holding him close.

I kissed him until I couldn’t see straight. Until three years of longing blurred into something softer, something real. Until his nose turned pink and his lips were swollen from my stubble. Until he melted against me, pliant in my arms.

Until his taste was imprinted on my tongue and my wildfire need for him dulled to a steady burn, one spark away from an inferno.

“Nrgh,” Kenji said breathlessly. “Nhnnh.”

His eyes were dazed and half-lidded. He lay on his back, legs twisted with mine, my thumb tracing idle patterns on his chest and shoulders.

“Youare my fantasy,” I admitted. I leaned over to follow the path of my thumb with small, teasing kisses. “And making you say dopey words is one of my kinks.”

“Please,” he breathed as I moved lower, his cock hard and leaking.

I took him into my mouth, teasing the head with my tongue until he was back to intelligible sounds.

And then I took him apart piece by piece with my mouth and throat, with my fingers and thumb, with every shred of love I’d ever felt for him.

I sucked and fucked him until we were both wrecked, sticky and spent, and then I half carried him into the bathroom for a hot shower, washing him clean with the same reverence I’d just worshipped him with.

When we didn’t fall asleep immediately after settling back into the bed together, I decided to ask the question he’d dodged earlier in the week at the brunch spectacle.

“Why didn’t you take the Deloitte offer?”

I’d always wondered why someone as smart and capable as Kenji had stayed with us all these years. Yes, we paid him an astronomical salary, but we’d also worried he wouldn’t be content to be known as an assistant forever, no matter how much money he made.

He snuggled into my side, the dim city light outside casting just enough glow for me to make out his relaxed expression.

“The five of you were way more fun. And you paid me an obscene amount of money to fly around the world with a rock star, a supermodel, and various and sundry other billionaires.” He stretched, voice lazy. “I weighed that against the corporate culture they were offering, and you guys won hands down. Do you have any idea how much action my hookup apps got during those early years because of my association with you and Zane? Almost as much as yours did.”

I pinched his side lightly, and he laughed low and easy, which settled me more than the sex and shower combined.

“I didn’t hook up nearly as much as you thought I did,” I admitted.

His smile faded into confusion. “You did. I’m the one who arranged the NDAs, remember?”

I sighed, debating how much truth to reveal… but I was done with lies where Kenji was concerned. “Half those times, I was actually working on Davencourt business or traveling back here and needed a cover story. The other half, I was probably asleep before the deed was even done. Hiding all of this wasn’t easy, Kenj.”

His expression softened. He propped himself on an elbow. “I can’t imagine how isolated you felt.” He paused. “I wish you’d told someone. I mean, I wish you’d toldme, but if it couldn’t be me, thensomeone.”

I tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. “I wanted to tell you,” I admitted. A chuckle escaped as I remembered one of the times I’d chickened out. “Do you remember when Silas met Way and decided to pretend he was broke?”

“Of course. It made meveryuncomfortable. The lies were impossible to keep track of. And it’s not easy hiding that kind of wealth. It shows in every clothing choice. The way you move through the world.”

“Right. Well, during that time, I said something like, ‘Surely Way will forgive Silas if he cares about him,’ and you said, ‘Lying about something that important is a sign of lack of trust.’”

“Itis,” Kenji cried. “Itwas! We didn’t know Way then, and we were talking about his legal claim on half a billion dollars!”

I nodded. “And then you said Silas was lucky Way was so forgiving because you weren’t sureyouwould be.”

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