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Jordan cautiously answers the door at Leo’s soft knock, opening it just wide enough Leo can slip inside before Jordan locks it behind him.

My cock throbs at the sight of Leo, of his sexy smile as he spots me kneeling for him.

Waiting forHim.

Our Master.

“There’s my good pet,” he whispers as he walks over. He’s also dressed in a nicer suit than he’d wear for work, complete with a tie and looking sexy as hell.

He sits on the sofa, exactly where Jordan sat a few minutes earlier, and pats his thigh.

I lunge for him, happy to be in his arms.

So happy that I almost blurt it out to him now.

Somehow, I manage to hold it in. I want to do thisright. I want pictures of me dropping onto one knee when I propose to him. I want to slide the ring onto his finger and have the world be able to see it later. I’ve spent so many years hidingusthat, this time, Iwantit to be public.

I need our first kiss as an engaged couple to be well-documented so every bigot can scream and bitch.

Fuck. Them.

Because I need the world to see this man owns my heart. I need Leo to know I’m finally setting aside my fear and publicly declaring my love for him in front of the whole wide world.

I needthis.

So much of our history lives in the shadows and will be lost to time once the three of us pass.

I want thisonedamn thing to be publicly ours. Het couples get it. Why can’t we? I know some people discourage public proposals, but I’ve stopped counting the times Leo’s told me if I want to marry him then I have to ask him. All he’s waiting for is the opportunity to sayyesto me.

I’ve had Jordan hint around to Leo in the past and he’s told him Jordan he’d be okay with whatever proposal I make. In this case, a public proposal is more for Leo than me. A chance for me to make up for all the times I retreated, hid our relationship from the world.

This will be my gift to him—a public statement of my love that cannot ever be taken back.

His fingers settle on my scalp and he rubs my head, my soul belonging to him as I melt.

“Take some comfort, pet. This time on inauguration day you won’t have to change residences and Jordan won’t be pulled in multiple directions.”

“Thank goodness,” I mumble.

This isbliss.

“Don’t turn his brain all the way off, Daddy,” Jordan playfully cautions. “The Vice-President and Orson will arrive for his calls in twenty minutes.”

“Party pooper.” But when I open my eyes Leo’s smiling down at me. He blows Jordan a kiss. “Love you.”

“Love you, too, Daddy.” He glances at his watch. “Now, if you’ll please help me get the president’s pants on him? Unless youwantthe VP, his NSA, and the interpreter seeing him nekkid—”

“Yeah, fuck, no. Only we get to see the pet naked.” Leo leans in to kiss me one last time before nudging me to sit up. Five minutes later I’m once again outwardly presidential, even if my brain still struggles to retreat from the beckoning depths of subspace.

They both kiss me good-bye and Jordan lingers for a moment, holding my hands. “Call me if you need me, boy.”

“I second that order,” Leo adds. “No bullshit worries about ‘interrupting.’ All right?”

I nod. “I promise.”

“Good boy,” they say in unison, making all three of us chuckle.

Leo opens his arms to me and tightly hugs me. “I’m so proud of you, pet. You know that, right?”