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I groan. “I don’t suppose I can cancel everything except a televised swearing in and call it a cost-saving measure, can I?”

From where he’s sitting in one of the jump seats, Jordan laughs. “Not a chance, boy. Sorry.”

Once we’ve returned to the residence and are safely locked in my bedroom, Leo strips me before we all curl up in bed together with Leo in the middle.

Relief and guilt war for dominance when I realize he already senses my mood. “Sorry I’m not feeling very sexy tonight, Master.”

“Hush.” He nips the back of my neck. “You’re exhausted. Let’s snuggle—you need to sleep.”

“Yeah.” I must close my eyes because the next thing I know Jordan’s kissing me and I smell coffee.

When I open my eyes I see Jordan standing there, wearing his leather collar, sweats, and with three steaming mugs of coffee sitting on the nightstand. I feel Leo still wrapped around me and I don’t want to move. Hell, I never even heard Jordan get out of bed earlier.

“What time is it?” I mumble.

Jordan smiles. “Almost six. You crashed hard.”

“I didn’t give anyone permission to get out of bed yet,” Leo grumbles against the nape of my neck.

“But Daddy, it’s coooffeeee,” Jordan sing-songs, making Leo softly chuckle.

“I do miss not having my coffee brought to me every morning.” His arm tightens around my waist. “Now we have a set timeframe. Don’t we, pet?”

I know exactly what he means. “Yes, Master.” We do.

Four more years.

Except I don’t want to wait four more years. I don’t want Leo to awaken alone nearly every morning.

Leo’s sleep-thick voice gently cocoons my soul. “What’s his schedule today?” he asks Jordan.

“He’s all yours until about ten. Then I need to get him up and dressed and presentable. And out of subspace.” Jordan smirks as he reaches in and massages my scalp again. “Don’t drop him too hard and deep, Daddy.”

“Breakfast?” Leo asks.

“Already in the oven. Mimi’s breakfast casserole. Ready in about thirty minutes.”

That’s Leo’s favorite breakfast dish, the recipe from Jordan’s beloved grandmother. “Ahh. Thank you, baby.” He snags Jordan’s wrist and pulls him in, making Jordan put a knee up on the bed and lean over me so Leo can kiss him without having to move.

Then, in a movement too fast to really process, Leo rolls away from me and drags Jordan down onto the bed between us, with an adorablesqueakof surprise from Jordan.

I roll toward the center of the bed to face Jordan and Leo. Leo’s wrapped his hand around Jordan’s collar, pinning him to the bed. “Strip the boy, pet.”

I’m not so asleep I don’t recognize the sexy heat in his tone. I sit up and pull off his sweatpants first, then work his T-shirt up his torso. Leo reaches under with his other hand and switches his hold on Jordan’s collar, allowing me to finish peeling it over his head.

“That’s better,” Leo says.

The words surprise me once they’ve already left my lips. “Can I have Leo and Jordan for a little while?”

Their identical looks of concern as they both focus on me almost makes me laugh, but I mean it.

“Of course, baby,” Leo says, releasing Jordan’s collar and instead unbuckling it. Then he reaches up and unbuckles mine.

This morning, I want a preview of whatnormalfeels like. I want to steel my resolve for the next four years and what I might face as the leader of the free world.

Leo will always be our Master, and I’ll always be the pet to these two beautiful men, but that won’t be the total sum of who and what we are.

Kissing Leo first, I then lean in and kiss Jordan while my cock twitches at Leo’s throaty growl.