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It wouldn’t have done for Leeland to learn that his partner-to-be lived in sin with his wife and a male lover.

But tomorrow, once the papers were filed with the bank, he, Sukey, and Bri could go back to living their lives.

The first thing he’d do is move them into a nice house far away from the shipyards. Living surrounded by his business—essentially in part of the massive warehouse—had been necessary while he’d supervised the building of the great iron hull ship that would revolutionize the industry, but now he was ready to move to a proper house in a good part of the city.

It had been the big ship—designed by the brilliant engineer Isambard Brunel but funded by Malcolm—that had finally convinced Leeland to merge with Malcolm’s small company.

The venture with Brunel had been expensive and risky, but it had paid off now that he’d hooked Leeland.

Malcolm smirked; soon he’d be making so much money that nobody—not even his strict new partner—could tell him what to do.

Brian’s finger circled his arsehole, jarring Malcolm from his triumphant thoughts. He spread his thighs wider to give the other man better access, reveling in the way the other man licked and probed his tight pucker, lovingly preparing it for penetration.

Malcolm had never pictured himself having more than one lover—at least not at the same time—and he wouldn’t have believed it was possible for three people to live together harmoniously.

It had been Sukey who’d convinced him the arrangement would work.

Malcolm knew he was so besotted with his wife that he would have agreed to anything or anyone to keep her happy and satisfied.

And what Sukey wanted was MalcolmandBrian Harlow.

Sukey and Brian had been living together and putting themselves forward as husband and wife when he’d first met them. Malcolm had been surprised to discover they weren’t actually married. Not because they hadn’t wanted to marry, but because Brian already had a wife, a woman who’d run off years before.

When Sukey asked Mal to marry her—because she was a woman who never waited for what she wanted—Mal had accepted in an instant. Rather than be jealous, Bri had appeared delighted to move in with them after they’d married.

In the three years since, Malcolm had come to appreciate Brian’s calm temperament and boundless sexual energy. It had surprised him how much he liked having the other man in the house, not just for sex, but also for a sense of family—something Mal hadn’t had growing up in an orphanage. Now that he was so accustomed to having both Bri and Sukey, he wondered how he’d ever lived without them.

And soon he would be rich enough to buy his two lovers anything their hearts desired.

All in all, his life was bloody grand. The only person missing from his debauched celebration was his mate Smith—Malcolm’s oldest friend, mentor, and occasional lover.

He grinned as he imagined Smith’s reaction to the news that Malcolm was now a respectable shipping magnate. He would have told Smith about the deal already if the other man hadn’t been away on business—not that Malcolm knewwhatbusiness or where he'd gone.

Although Smith remained an enigma to him, Malcolm considered him his closest friend.

They’d met more than twenty years ago, back when they’d been bully boys for Chaz Greene, the once powerful—now dead—king of the London underworld.

Smith had been a jaded, weary sixteen to Mal’s eager but ignorant thirteen and had, over the years, encouraged Mal to build something for himself. The older man had taught him everything he knew about business—both legal and illegal.

Smith had also been the one to introduce Mal to those exclusive brothels that catered to men and women with unusual, some might sayextreme,sexual proclivities.

Before Malcolm had accepted Sukey’s marriage proposal, he’d told her about Smith’s special place in his life and introduced the two.

Sukey being Sukey—which was to say voracious and adventurous when it came to sex—she’d instantly adored Smith’s hard body, filthy mouth, and utter lack of inhibition. Indeed, it had been her idea to invite Smith into their bed, both before and after their marriage.

It had been months since the three of them had last been together. Smith had engaged a house for them in Brighton and it had just been the three of them for five glorious days and nights of fucking.

They'd invited Brian to join them, but he had never warmed up to Smith.

“That man terrifies me,” Brian had said after meeting Smith the first time.

Smithwasterrifying—if you crossed him. But when it came to friendship, he was the best damned mate Mal had ever had.

And he was also one hell of a fuck.

Just thinking about that last time with Sukey and Smith made Mal's balls clench and caused his already hard cock to swell and leak even more.

Brian groaned and intensified his sucking.

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