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they explained proudly, nothing purloined from their mamas’ houses. “For we are truly independent now, Ivo, and have furnished our home as we so desire.”
    “My dears,” he said as he was escorted upstairs. “You have surpassed yourselves. And this,” he added as Serena opened a door and ushered him inside. “Of a surety is ours.”
    She looked at him, puzzled. “Ours, Ivo? Ours as in mine and Bella’s?”
    He shook his head. He knew his dark eyes were almost black with hints of amusement and desire. So much for them all to learn. So much joy and entertainment when so doing. “No, my dear. Ours as in mine, yours, and Bella’s. Else why such a bed with a covering of satin, which is surely as smooth as your skin, inviting me to lie on it with you both? To stroke and worship every inch of your delectable bodies with my tongue. And the bed itself? That is from the Orient”—he waved his hand in the direction of the most imposing piece of furniture in the room, the very large bed with intricately carved head and baseboard—”designed for three.”
    “Lucky then should we choose to use it so,” responded Bella, her riposte quick and sure.
    Yes, he would be on his toes with these two. Never had the thought of a ménage appealed to him so much. He had much to do within a short space of time. Most importantly to show both girls how important they were to him. How he felt their future happiness depended on this. Strangely, after even such a limited interaction, he knew he could not envision life without them. He beckoned them both to his side. They obeyed, interest showing in two pairs of eyes.
    “Kiss each other, a welcome to your new home,” he commanded, wondering what their response would be. He was sure any command given would only be obeyed if they so choose. It seemed in this matter they did so choose. Eyes gleaming, he watched as with a swift look at each other, they turned and linked pinkies.
    “Lud, Ivo? Voyeur as well?” That of course was his sassy Bella.
    He inclined his head. “But of course, my dear, as it was your pleasure to watch my surrender last night.”
    “Then watch and learn, Ivo. And enjoy.” She turned back to Serena, and their lips met. As he watched, his breath harsh in the silence of the room, their tongues slipped between teeth and met each other. His arousal was further increased as he saw them move their hands and clutch each other’s buttocks. Their sensual mounds touched and ground together, as if desirous to be rid of the clothes between them. Tonight, he vowed, that would be achieved. Sadly not now. With one lingering glimpse he saw them move apart, breathing heavily.
    “So now, my dears, happy as I would be to christen our bed—”
    “ Our bed, Ivo,” Serena insisted resolutely.
    He laughed. “My dear, my very words. I fear though I need to be elsewhere for the next few hours. Do you wish to dine out tonight? Go to the theater? A ball? Your wish is my command.”
    “Well, I feel we should take advantage of such an offer, as I fear we will not often be prevailed to do so; however, may I suggest we three dine here?” Bella spoke, trying for a matter-of-fact tone, but not quite achieving it.
    He raised his eyebrows. “You have a cook? A housekeeper?”
    “We have Suki, Rena, and ourselves at present. Perhaps you could add them to your may-be-able-to-find list?”
    He nodded and made an elaborate leg. “Of course, though alas, not in time for dinner.”
    Serena laughed. “We can arrange dinner. You present yourself at the time you choose. Notify us of this time now, please, so that we will please you.”
    “If you wish to please me even more, my dears, may I be so presumptuous as to request you neither wear anything under your dresses. Do a Caroline Lamb.” He waited for their response, every muscle in his body tense. Lady Caroline Lamb had been, at various times, a person to be admired, pitied, and laughed at as she pursued Lord Byron with an unwavering passion.