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587 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 1, 2014


As he turned to meet my gaze, his full lips lifted in a welcoming smile, and his dimples made a rare appearance.Kit's even got a loving twin brother. Marcus.
“Damn you, man, you do not need to announce me!” a roar came from the hallway.Clearly, Marcus and the bucolic Kit are not identical twins. But they love each other, despite the fact that after her marriage, they're not as close as they once were.
"I have a standing appointment with her, which you bloody well know. We do not need to go through this every damn time, Sherman!” Marcus shouted, his voice much closer than before.
Sprawled over the rest of the couch, with his head on my husband’s thigh, was the large form of his lover, Henry Fletcher....Oh, well. Crap. Ok, that's a pretty legit reason. It turns out that Kit and John's marriage, while not devoid of "like," is empty of sex. Kit has been living a lie. She entered this marriage willingly, recovering from a broken heart. She has known about John's sexual proclivities all along. Kit accepts it, she even likes her husband's lover, Henry. The three are great friends, they adore each other, they enjoy each other's company. Three's company, or so they say.
His amber eyes shone like topaz as they fixed on the point where Henry’s lips touched my skin, and the intensity I saw in them unsettled me.The entire household knows John's secret. Kit is the object of the servants' pity. But John is nothing if not considerate, he senses that something is wrong.
What I would give to have a man look at me that way.
“Do you ever feel as though you made the wrong decision, Katherine?” he asked, his voice desperate and his beautiful face tormented in the dim light.John, ever the tortured soul, feels desperately guilty about his choice to entangle Kit into his mess. Kit tries to be happy for his sake, but clearly, something's got to give.
“Is it possible?”And Henry is only too willing to assist.
It only took half a second for his eyes to come sliding back, and I watched as he dragged them down over my jaw, my throat, my breasts, my waist, and then back up again. “It’s possible,” he said on an exhale.
“We can’t just dive into this,” he said, his rumbling voice slow and lethargic."YES, THEY CAN," EVERYONE READING THIS CHAPTER SHOUTED.
Yes we can! I wanted to shout.
“I can tell you what I’d like to happen,” Henry offered, a lazy smile on his face. We both looked at him, waiting. “I want Kit to spread her legs, I want you to lean back into her, and I want you both to watch as I suck you off.”Perfect! Kit's got her men, she's lost the Big V. What can possibly go wrong now?!
About your husband.Well...crap. This is serious shit. John is a politician, remember? He wants to do good. He wants to help people.
Together the notes read, “I know a secret about your husband”. No, Henry hadn’t sent it, and neither had John. So that begged the question, who had? And why?
“Who did you send for?” I asked.James is handsome. He's also bad news, but he can get the job done.
He eyed me a moment before responding. “James.”
I needed to lose control. I needed to find a person or a pastime to surrender myself to. I needed to be helpless to someone or something, turn my mind off, allow myself to feel, to want, and follow through without fear of the repercussions.The Respect: What sold me on the concept of M/F/M is the amount of respect and love that John, Kit, and Henry have for one another. John and Henry are always so considerate of Kit's feelings.
“Are you all right, Kit?” John asked, his voice sounding far away.Before every new sexual act, they ask for Kit's consent, in a way that doesn't kill the mood. It enhances my love for them, it enhances my respect for them, and the knowledge that they willingly seek Kit's consent makes me love them all the more. You will find no New Adult alpha fucking males asshattery in John and Henry.
Has he been calling my name all this time? I wondered. It took me several attempts before I finally managed to answer him with a strangled, “Yes.”
“Do you want us to continue?” he pressed.











(I know, I know.... I love Emma Stone, deal with it!)



“You’re not mad?” John spoke from above me.
“That you finally realized its high time you deflower your wife? God, no. I’ve been waiting for you two to come to this conclusion for years,” he answered, pushing himself up from his chair to yank John into a hard hug.
[...]
“So when are we going to get started?” he asked, grinning down at me rakishly. I felt my eyes widen and my smile slip. We?
What had changed? Why had John, after three years of marriage, chosen tonight of all nights to come to the realization that he desired me?
This is pointless, I realized. There could have been a hundred signs or there could have been none. It didn't matter. What mattered was that something had changed. And what a change it was.
Yes, something could go wrong. Yes, something could sour between us. But there was risk in all aspects of life. Why should I miss out on a chance at happiness just because of the potential that it might not work out the way I hoped?
And more than once I'd caught the baron casting a gaze in his wife's direction when he didn't think anyone was looking that made me blush. They'd married for love and had somehow managed to maintain it for over twenty years. It gave me hope that others might be able to find the same, those like the Viscount and Viscountess of Dover.
I had been so afraid of the past week, terrified of my peers finding out about John and Henry ostracizing us. Why? I abhorred most of the nobility downstairs. If they did shun me, I would no longer have to endure the torturous small gatherings held by the Duchess of Amesbury, or those odious political dinners, or the endless recitals[...]
I felt a small twinge when I realized that I would also miss out on the grand balls, like the one being held tonight, but then I thought about it and I knew that I would only be missing the spectacle, the beauty and the grandeur.


