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affection.
    “I’ve come to collect my lovelies.” Stepping back, Henry glanced at the two of them.
    She idly wished he’d turn. With his dress shirt tucked in, missing the tailored drape of his slacks over his ass constituted a crime.
    “Be proud, Henry. They did well.” Emma cast a broad smile at Jay, but he only had eyes for Henry. “Though I’m sure they’ll be happy to get home. They’ve had a big day.”
    Henry smiled and Alice chortled, recalling Jay’s preferred definition of a big day. Henry’s cock definitely qualified.
    “I wish I’d been having a big day,” Jay teased under his breath.
    “Come here, my dear boy.”
    Jay plastered himself to Henry and burrowed against his neck.
    Wrapping him up, Henry whispered something that made Jay squirm. He stretched out his other arm. “Alice, did you enjoy the tea?”
    “I think it was a success.” The mental inventory scrolled. They had so many things to tell him.
    Tucking her by his side, he kissed her with unhurried tenderness.
    “But I’ll take your kisses over tea any day.”
     
     

Chapter 2
     
    Six fifty-five on Friday night. Lounging with Jay on the couch, she studied the clock with annoying regularity. What were theoretical physicists doing if not developing ways to control time? She’d build the damn mechanism herself—six fifty-six—if they’d tell her what materials would make haste possible.
    “Nervous?”
    “He kicked us out of the bedroom.” Half an hour ago. No subs in the bedroom until Henry commanded them. He’d disappeared inside, and now it was four—no, three—minutes to seven. “What do you think he’s doing in there?”
    Jay shrugged and reached for her feet.
    She yanked her legs back from the tickling threat.
    He launched from the other end of the couch and sprawled atop her. Heavy and warm, in his thin T-shirt and soft sweats, he exuded the woodsy freshness of his post-work shower. “Something that’ll make us very happy?”
    “An excellent guess.” As the clock hit seven, Henry emerged from the hall. “Certainly one in line with my intent.”
    Jay scrambled off her, and the two of them sat in near-synchronicity. Backs straight. Shoulders squared. Postures begging Henry to look and not find them wanting as he ran through their safeword ritual. Paradox, how the simple exchange persuaded waves of calm and excitement to coexist. Calming nerves, exciting arousal. Their nights created the safest, most thrilling space in her life.
    “Alice, do you recall the night you first wore the Velcro cuffs?”
    “Of course.” As if she’d forget.
    “Seeing how they worked beforehand helped, did it not?” A stern and forbidding master standing over them, he raised a single eyebrow. “Not only for your sense of safety, but for your curiosity—your desire to understand the how and why of the physical mechanism.”
    “Yes, Henry.” Restraints on the menu? Rolling her wrist against the couch cushion, she replayed the sense memory of soft interior padding and the frisson of excitement from the exterior scratching the sheets.
    Beside her, his posture stiff, Jay rubbed his pinky and ring fingers against his pant leg. His confidence needed rebuilding, and restraints could trigger a setback. His reaction—
    Henry cleared his throat.
    His time. He’d take Jay’s needs into account without her overanalyzing.
    “It’s less distracting when you comprehend the purpose and the mechanics, isn’t that right? Less time spent categorizing the how and more spent enjoying the act.”
    True. She loved him for shutting off her mind, suspending her in a moment without making her anxious or somehow lesser for needing the freedom he provided.
    He pierced her with his sincere green gaze. “I’ve been deficient in my approach to anal sex with you, Alice, and for that I apologize.”
    Wrong. Beyond patient, he’d waited months for her to request more than the barest touch. And then he’d been tender and understanding of her