Page 158 of Their Master

Smith had told Knox to go to bed and not wait up for him, but the blasted man was still puttering around Smith’s dressing room when he entered his bedchamber.

“How is the young master, sir?” his valet asked as he quickly and efficiently stripped him.

“He says he’s been a good boy while I was gone. What do you think are the odds of that?”

Knox chuckled. “Full of mischief, that one.”

He took a quick shower-bath—he might have become better about clutter, but he still relied on frequent bathing to keep him sane, especially after a long trip—and once he was reasonably dry, he padded through his empty bedchamber toward the connecting door.

Smith blinked at the sight that greeted him, both his lovers, wide awake in Moira’s bed.

Moira was engaged with a piece of needlework—something she appeared to enjoy doing a great deal—and Luke put a marker in his book and set it on the nightstand.

“What are you two doing awake at this hour?”

“Waiting for you,” Moira said, putting away her work and then lifting the covers as Smith climbed up on her side of the bed, shoving her even closer to Luke in the process.

“Mmm, so warm,” he said, running his chilly hands up her hips to her belly and earning a yelp.

“That’s cruel,” she hissed, offering up her mouth for a kiss while Luke removed his spectacles and dimmed the lamp on his side of the bed.

Smith came up for air and buried his nose in her hair, inhaling the sweet smell of her. When he looked up, he saw that Luke was laying on his side, head propped on his hand, watching them with a quietly smug look.

Smith took Luke’s hand and pulled him closer, until the two of them met over Moira’s body, their kiss speedily devolving from sweet to hungry.

It was Smith who pulled away when he realized they must be crushing Moira.

But she merely smiled up at them. “That was lovely, don’t stop on my account.”

Smith snorted and tweaked one of her nipples. “Has she been bossy like this while I was gone?”

Luke nodded, smirking. “She’s been dreadful.”

Moira gave a scandalized squawk. “I haveno—mmgmph.”

Smith grinned as Luke swallowed her protests, kissing her thoroughly while one of his big hands tugged down the blankets, baring her body to Smith’s hungry gaze.

He backed down the bed, pushed her thighs wide, exposed her shaved cunt—another preference he had no intention of abandoning any time soon—and buried his mouth in her sweet heat.

Between them, Luke and Smith teased two orgasms from her body, Luke tormenting her nipples while Smith sucked her bud until she begged for mercy.

He was capable of mercy—on occasion—so he released her over-sensitive bundle of nerves after the second orgasm and met Luke’s eager gaze.

“You know what I want,” Smith told the other man.

Luke smirked. “I prepared her for you earlier, sir. I was most… rigorous.”

Smith gave a pleased growl as he envisioned it. “And you say she’s been bossy, hmm?”

“Something terrible, sir.”

They both turned to Moira, who wore a mulish, but sated, scowl that made Smith’s already aching balls tighten even more.

“You can see how she is just by looking at her,” Luke said.

“Yes, I can.”

They grinned at each other and Luke rolled on to his back while Smith nodded at Moira. “Up you get,” he ordered. “Straddle him.”

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