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As long as she was under his roof, he and Warren had a better chance at convincing her that they were her future. Gordon believed in his heart that Haley knew that, but her experience with Warren had left her gun-shy, and he had to respect her ambivalence. They had reacted to her withdrawal in a high-handed fashion, but Warren had coined it when he had told her they knew what was best for her. Haley hadn’t smacked him, so perhaps there was additional hope. The signs of her arousal around them were unmistakable, and Gordon sincerely hoped she was suffering as much as he was. Warren was like a bear with a sore paw when Haley wasn’t around and had taken to muttering about cold showers and hand jobs. He and Warren were sleeping separately, but he was certain that Warren was jerking off as often as he was. He did know that Haley was feeling the strain, too, but he was determined, as was Warren, not to give her any indication that their physical needs surmounted their desire for her. He just hoped she would come to them in the near future, or he was going to go blind before his forty-third birthday next month.
    Haley had returned to work that afternoon and would have even less time for apartment searching. Gordon was more concerned that some well-meaning employee would offer her space in their home, although Haley was pretty private and probably wouldn’t share her personal issues. Warren would be home shortly, and Gordon thought they could finalize the plans for the bedroom renovation. Both of them believed in moving ahead, and Haley had brought them even closer together in their thinking and planning. They were functioning as one where she was concerned, although Warren still maintained that he was a bit soft with her. They essentially balanced one another out. Well, Haley held every bit of the power in their relationship. They really didn’t want to do anything to make her angry, although she was so desirable when she was upset. Gordon liked makeup sex as much as the next man, and hoped he didn’t have to wait much longer. The front door opened and then slammed. Gordon winced. Warren was home.
    “In here, Warren.”
    Warren strode into the kitchen. He looked around and nodded in approval. “Looks really good, man. What does Haley think?”
    “She hasn’t seen it totally finished yet, but I think she’ll really like it. She’s at work.”
    Warren visibly relaxed and slumped onto a stool in front of the breakfast bar. “Good,” he said. “I’ve been shoring up my defences all day at the thought of laying eyes on her. I want to fuck her so badly that pretending I’m cool with this living in the same house and sleeping separately is making me insane. I’m exhausted with pretending.”
    Gordon laughed, but he wasn’t feeling any humour. “I know. Two weeks of being celibate when we’ve had Haley between us totally sucks.”
    “Don’t use that terminology,” Warren complained. “The thought of her sucking my cock is killing me.”
    “Let’s get those plans finalized, my friend, and I’ll send them off tomorrow. That way all the permits will be pulled and we can get away at a moment’s notice.”
    Warren stared at him. “It’s been over two weeks, Gordon. She’s one stubborn wench. This is harder than putting together any business deal.”
    “She’ll come around quicker if she lives here. Let’s work on the plans, and then maybe we can go to Enrico’s and let our sub fix us dinner.”
    Warren snorted. “I’ve never felt less like a Dom in my life, Gordon.”
    “That’s because you’re now aware that any relationship is a two-way street, or in our case, three. And once this gets straightened out, Haley is going to be spending considerable time helping us catch up on our carnal needs.” Gordon managed a real laugh this time, and was relieved when Warren quirked a smile.
     
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    Haley knew that her men were out there. She knew even before the maître d’ told her. She had felt them,