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“Well, no.” She shook her head. “I guess I never thought about it. It’s your business…”

“The club is.” Zayne winked at her. “The sex was just a side benefit. One we don’t want or need now.”

A pleased little smile hit her lips as she went back to stirring her coffee.

“You like that, don’t you?” Ethan asked.

“Maybe.”

“You can say it, you know.”

“Say what?”

“That you don’t want anyone touching us but you.”

Chloé’s mouth parted and then she nodded. “It’s true. But I wasn’t sure it was my place.”

“Red, you live with us. Why wouldn’t it be your place?”

“Because I’m your sub.”

“Yes, you are.” Ethan got up from his stool and touched his fingers to the gold cuffs surrounding Chloé’s wrists. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t get to voice your thoughts and feelings. You have as much of a say in this relationship as we do. If you don’t want someone to touch us, you tell us.”

“Okay.”

“So tell us.”

Chloé swallowed then said in a rush, “I don’t want anyone to touch you but me and Zayne.”

“And what about Zayne?”

“I don’t want anyone touching him either. No one but you and me.”

“I like the way you think, gorgeous,” Ethan said right by her ear, then he looked over at Zayne, and fucking hell, he had to reach down and grip his dick tight. “We don’t need anyone else to drive him crazy.”

“No.” Chloé’s breasts pushed up against her silky nightgown like one of those dresses he’d been fantasizing about. “We can do that all on our own.”

Zayne coughed and cleared his throat. These two were making it really difficult to remember what they were talking about. Oh, that’s right, The Office.

“That’s why we asked someone else to be the new exhibitionist. I won’t be tying up anyone on a stage again until you can walk up on it.”

“We hope that’s okay with you.” Ethan smoothed a hand down her back, and when Chloé nodded, he kissed her cheek. “Good. Now finish that coffee or I’m going to be tempted to distract you from your work.”

Damn it. Zayne was tempted too. But they could see how important this was to Chloé, so they finished off their coffees and let her get back to it.

Not quite ready for breakfast yet, they headed to the couches, where Chloé curled up with her laptop. Ethan had grabbed his also, but Zayne wasn’t in the mood for work, so he switched on the TV and set it down low—and not two seconds later, he was fast asleep.

Dreaming about handsome aristocrats and beautiful duchesses…

* * *

ETHAN LOOKED OVER his computer at the two on the sofa across from him and took a second to soak in the moment.

Zayne was lounging in the corner with one arm resting along the back of the seat and Chloé was cuddled up into his side.

It was a quiet moment, one that had lasted the past hour or so. But it was a comfortable one, and that was how he knew this was right.

When he was younger, his life had been full of so many uncomfortable moments that when he’d found someone—or something—that caused ease in his mind, his life, he grabbed on to it and never let it go.

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