Page 167 of Release

That was one part of the plan the two goobers didn’t think all the way through.

But they’re my goobers, and dammit, I do love them.

I didn’t even have to move most of my clothes, because I came home from work on Tuesday to find Declan had spent the whole day doing it.

I guess I’m sleeping with them every night now.

I can’t say I haven’t enjoyed it.

Oh, and I made sure that I told the senior partners at the law firm about the offer Darren Freeman pitched to Declan over the summer. I told them if they didn’t want to lose Declan, and the potential draw he’d be for new clients, then they might want to pony up a little extra to keep him happy and working there.

And I told them George has okayed them giving Declan his office and switching with Declan.

It was my idea, but George loved it. I know that makes our softy sadist feel possessively proud of the boy, that he’ll be working where George worked.

They can make new sexy memories there.

I mean,wecan.

Declan’s enjoyed spending this past week in the clutches of the warm, sleepy octopus every morning. I’m still driving in separately every morning, because I leave early. But I have Declan to help me roust our guy and get him vertical and moving.

The next weekend, I built downtime into the schedule. It’s been fucking crazy this week. Cassidy and I have swatted down most of the annoying news stories, and it helped that I promoted Ryanne Baker, one of our staffers, into Declan’s position.

No one’s noticed my rings yet. If they have, they haven’t said anything.

This Saturday, I’m thankful I scheduled an off weekend, because a winter storm moved in and it’s fucking cold, an inch of snow on the ground and ice in more than a few spots on local roads. That afternoon, we’re sitting in the living room, me working—of course—going over stuff with George for budget prep.

Declan is naked, except for his cuffs and collar, and stretched out on top of George on the couch, with a blanket over both of them. I’m in sweats and socks.

I don’t think anything short of a direct order from George will get Declan to move right now.

“The boy’s cold, George. Give the boy some clothes.”

George looks Declan in the eye. “Are you cold, boy?”

He smiles. “I have you and a blanket. I’m good, Sir.”

George grins at me. “You heard him.”

Now he’s just fucking with me. “It’s chilly in here. At least turn up the heat.”

“Go ahead, if you’re chilly,” George tells me, wearingthatsmile. That playfully evil one I’ve seen him wear countless times over the years, but never truly understood before all of this.

A smile that was absent for too damn long.

A smile I’ve missed like hell.

I roll my eyes as I pull myself out of my chair. “You’re going to feel like a royal shit if he catches a cold.”

Declan’s laugh drifts to me. I glance back and find him shaking with laughter, but he’s buried his face against George’s chest and George has his head bowed and is whispering something to him.

Then George looks at me again and grins.

Declan’sstillshaking with laughter.

George blows me a raspberry, making me laugh.

Sometimes, I justcan’twith these two. When they’re in this kind of mood, it’s like having two teenaged boys around the house.

It also makes me smile as I go tweak the thermostat warmer by a couple of degrees. Not too much.

Only enough the blanket will likely get shed and I’ll be able to see Declan’s tight ass again.

Because….yeah.

Looking back…I honestly can’t remember why I was fighting them about this. It feels like this is almost too easy, but that’s yet another self-sabotaging thought I’m struggling to release. I’ve spent my entire adult life stuck in a cycle, and I know it.

But my men are very patient.

And I know I’m very lucky.