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Leo positions Jordan in front of me, sandwiching me between them. Jordan’s erection is tantalizingly close and I resist the urge to dip my head and engulf him in my mouth. Leo’s firm cock presses against my back, between my shoulders. He grabs my head with both hands and forces me to look up into Jordan’s beautiful eyes. They’re usually a sort of hazelish-green tint but in times like now, when he’s aroused, they darken more to green.

“Boy, how long has it been since the pet sucked you off?” Leo asks.

Jordan’s cocky smile makes my own cock twitch with need. “At least twenty-four hours, Daddy.”

“Hmm.” Leo tips my head back more, so his dark brown gaze bores into mine. “I think before anything happens you need to take care of the boy, pet.” He shifts his grip in my hair so he’s fisting it and shoves me forward, guiding me, my mouth already open as I wrap my arms around Jordan and swallow his entire length.

Jordan sucks in a sharp breath that makes my pulse race. I know that sound well. That’s how he sounds when his attention’s solely on me because of what I’m doing to him. Pride spikes through me, that I’m the one usually drawing these noises from him, and I need no further encouragement from Leo.

I love this man, too. In different ways than I love Leo but I know Jordan loves Leo and me in different ways.

That’s okay. The important thing is Jordan lovesbothof us and he’s never leaving us again.

Even if he tried, Leo and I would drag him back, or at the very least track him down and make him look us in the eyes and demand we not follow him. Even then we’d both likely try to persuade him to return.

I know from the sounds above me that Leo’s kissing Jordan and I wish we were in bed so I could be on my back and look up and watch them doing it. It’s sexy as hell watching the two of them together.

It doesn’t take long to get Jordan over. The feel of his fingers digging into my shoulders as he spills into my mouth makes my own erection ache and throb.

Leo pulls me up and pins me between them again as he hauls Jordan close to hold him and softly murmur to him, all while Jordan leans on him and me as he recovers.

That’s the nice thing about our age difference with Jordan—he’ll soon be ready to go for another sexy round. But Leo loves us, and he enjoys watching us together like this, so it makes sense for him to reward Jordan early in the evening,

I can guarantee Leo will be the one making Jordan come a second time, and able to take his time and make it last longer for Jordan, too.

After a couple of minutes Leo ends their embrace. “Let’s dry off and move to bed. I want to play.”

“Oooh, goodie!” From Jordan’s tone, and now that he’s climaxed, I can tell he’s starting to slip back into Sir mode a little.

So can Leo. After we’re dried off he fists Jordan’s hair, tips Jordan’s head back once more, and thoroughly kisses him for so long that I smile as I watch Jordan’s erection spring to renewed life.

Lucky kid.He really is perfect for us two older codgers.

When Leo ends their kiss he doesn’t release Jordan. “Pet, get his collar for me.

“Yes, Master.” Leo has me buckle it around Jordan’s throat and then kiss him, and I’m not too out of it to understand his motive.

He wants his boy to remember who’s in charge tonight, and it’snotJordan.

Or me.

Leo spins Jordan around and delivers a stinging swat to his bare ass. “Grab towels and whatever else we need and be waiting in bed for us.”

I laugh as Jordan sprints out of the bathroom.

Leo watches him before we both turn, our gazes meeting and holding for a long, sweet moment. We don’t get nearly enough of these interludes.

Leo grabs my collar and buckles it on me, hooking a finger through the D-ring at the front to pull me in for a kiss. “You’ve earned a play night, pet.”

“Thank you, Master.”

An hour later, both Leo and I have come, Leo got Jordan off again, and now the boy looks completely adorable where he’s curled up and falling asleep in nothing but his leather collar on the far side of the bed, clinging to Leo and half-draped over him. Leo’s sitting up between us, propped against the headboard and watching TV with the volume low. I’m on the far side of the bed, now wearing my glasses as well as my leather collar as I lean against Leo’s other side while I skim my briefing materials and flag items with sticky notes to remind myself of questions for tomorrow.

Leo keeps an arm draped around my shoulders. Every so often he nuzzles my hair and deeply inhales, as if to anchor himself to the moment. And, every so often, I turn my face toward his for a sweet, lingering kiss and to tip my forehead against his.

By the time I’m finished I know Jordan’s completely asleep. I set the binders on the floor next to the bed rather than make noise getting up. Then Leo shuts off the TV and we carefully slide down in bed. There, I drape myself over him from the other side, my hand lightly cupping Jordan’s where it lays limply splayed on Leo’s chest.

“Love you, Master,” I whisper.