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crowd.”
    Richard turned to the blond man standing beside him. Looking at Alan gave him pleasure. Not so much because he was handsome—
    truthfully, Richard had met and bedded more handsome men. The attraction he felt for Alan had nothing to do with physical beauty.
    There existed a beauty inside Alan, a kind of shining faith in life that Brazen Seduction
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    endured and held fast in the face of enormous personal tragedy, a beauty simple, steadfast, and pure.
    “It is a good crowd,” Richard agreed. “Jordan must be smiling.” Alan chuckled. He moved just an inch or so closer to Richard so that their bodies touched. “In case you haven’t noticed, he’s been smiling a lot lately. Ever since that party they threw where he, Marcus, and Chastity pledged themselves to each other, mates for life.”
    “I have noticed. Jordan is a lucky man. As a matter of fact,” Richard turned so that he could hold his lover’s gaze, “seeing how happy the three of them are together has inspired me to thinking, lately. I know we talked about it when we first got together, and I know we’ve both enjoyed ourselves the couple of times we’ve entertained female guests. How would you feel about adding a woman to our relationship on a permanent basis?”
    “She’d have to be a sub.”
    The speed with which Alan answered told Richard he’d been giving the matter likely as much thought as he. “Because?” Alan lowered his gaze and pressed himself even closer to him.
    The scent, part cologne and part just Alan, surrounded Richard. He felt his cock begin to stir and knew when they got home tonight he would immerse himself in his lover.
    Almost shyly, Alan lightly kissed Richard’s ear. “Because I want only your hand on the paddle when I need to be spanked, only your hand gripping my hair when you command me to worship your cock.”
    “And if it pleases me to have someone else administer your discipline?” Richard heard the edge in his question, recognizing that the part of him that loved being master asserted itself.
    “Then I will obey you without question or hesitation, of course, Master.”
    Damn, Richard really loved this man.
    “Good. And on this, I can set your mind at ease. I thought of taking on a female sub.”

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    “Is that why we’re here tonight? For the auction?” He heard the note of disbelief in Alan’s voice. When Richard raised his eyebrow and looked at him, the other man shrugged. “You always refer to these kinds of events as D/s light. I would have thought that you’d canvass the members you knew if you decided to look for a new sub.”
    “You know me well,” Richard said. That Alan did know him so well, paid attention to him, to his thinking and his ideas, pleased Richard immensely.
    There wasn’t anything about Alan, in fact, that Richard didn’t like. If it not for the fact that he liked pussy as much as he liked cock, Richard figured he could be quite content keeping things to just the two of them.
    He turned his attention back to Alan. “We’re here tonight because Jordan called and wanted me here.”
    “Do you think he has a problem?” Alan asked.
    “We’re about to find out. There they are now.”
    “Chastity isn’t with them,” Alan said quietly.
    It would be just a minute before Jordan and Marcus joined them.
    Richard turned to Alan. “I want what they have. The kind of family they have. You?”
    “Yes. I want that kind of family very much. A forever kind of family.”
    Alan didn’t often show his vulnerabilities, but Richard knew them all. He liked being a Dom. He liked the mix of sex and power. But he liked being the one who took care of Alan, in ways subtly different from the way Alan took care of him.
    “Yes,” Richard said now. “A forever kind of family.” He turned his attention to the man approaching them.
    He’d first met Jordan Fitzpatrick more than a dozen years before, not long after Jordan arrived from the West Coast. The three of them—him