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London they all lived in, the carriageway became quieter, almost sedate. If carriages, phaetons, and hackneys all intent on claiming the road as their own could be called sedate.
    He recalled something he wished to question. “What do your mamas say regarding your intended lifestyle?”
    Serena chuckled, a deep sexy chuckle that made his unruly cock even more refractory. Arabella noted his reaction and smiled knowingly. He gritted his teeth and swore to himself that both of them would find the shoe on the other foot later.
    “For once, Ivo, we decided to act as young ladies and not be involved in their probably inarticulate responses. Shamed as we are to admit it, we indicated our intentions by way of correspondence. We left a letter for each.”
    His shout of laughter spooked his horses as they were not used to hearing their master’s voice in such a manner. For the next few moments he had his hands full of prime horse flesh and not, as he would have preferred, of prime female flesh.
    “And next?” he asked when he was able to divert his attention.
    “Next they will realize that all the things that disappeared from our bedchambers we had parceled up for the poor were intended for elsewhere—our new bedchambers. Poor Rena and Suki have been working hard for weeks.”
    He groaned. “Lud, what have I let myself in for?”
    “Well at the moment, Ivo, nothing. Furthermore, if we are not all happy, then at nothing it stays.”
    No chance. No chance at all. He barely resisted stating that intention, instead drawing up outside their new home with a flourish. Stathern, his groom and one of the few who knew the extent to which his master’s proclivities ran, approached, and Serena noticed him.
    “Ivo, you wretch, you meant to bring us here all the time! Else how would Stathern be here to tend to the horses?”
    He laughed as he helped them both down, and he couldn’t help letting his hand almost innocently stray to give a brief caress to each enticing arse, and then nodded his agreement.
    “There, Serry, you begin to know me already. I need you no more at present,” he directed to his groom. “I can walk from here to my next appointment.”
    “Ladies, I presume you have a key?” He bowed and took one girl on each arm.
    “Two.” Bella showed him her key. “One each until we decide on a majordomo in whom we can trust. If at a later date we need three, well, that can be accomplished.”
    “No if, my dear, of that I can assure you.”
    “So say you, Ivo, although that remains to be seen,” Serena added saucily. “The need for a majordomo is uppermost in our minds, not the state of your cock.”
    “I guarantee, my loves, my cock is well aware of what it had to overcome and is more than capable of making you both agree that our ménage is ideal, as you will see. However, if you can trust me, my dears, as regarding your staff, I may know the very persons.”
    He watched them exchange glances, almost as if each knew what the other was thinking. He couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps they were so well-attuned to one another that perhaps they did.
    “That,” Bella said slowly, “may surely be the answer. Yes, if you so please, Ivo.”
    He inclined his head. “Oh, Bella, when will you realize my only pleasure is to please you? Both of you.”
    “Oh, Ivo,” Bella gurgled as Serena openly laughed. “Not your only pleasure. You are not so unselfish.”
    “But, my dears, if you are pleasured, then so will I be.” That silenced them. He smiled inwardly. Little did they know how pleasured they would all soon be. Images of tangled limbs and writhing bodies were so vivid in his mind he would have sworn he could actually feel them. He anxiously escorted them inside and was immediately wrapped in the warmth of the house. Although modest in size, he realized it was perfect for them. For them all.
    He followed them as they proudly displayed their treasures. Exquisite furnishings and paintings, all bought by themselves,