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Now it was Yordan’s turn, but the doubt was still tight on his face, and Kit’s heart sank. Even if Kit had been secretly in love with Yordan for years, that wasn’t true the other way around. This was too new for Yordan, and the man wasn’t very experienced with this kind of emotion.

Which meant Kit had to explain it to him as bluntly as he knew how.

“A fairy can make you horny,” Kit said. “I’m cute as a button, and I’ve got a great ass. A fairy can make you want to drill me all day and night, but it can’t make you feel safe in my presence. It can’t make you want to talk with me, watch me as I’m sleeping, or call me on my bullshit.”

“I want to call everyone on their bullshit,” Yordan countered.

True. It was one of the reasons Kit loved him. “You told me secrets about yourself. Intimate things. You let me hold you when you cried. You even let me dominate you in bed. That’s not something a fairy spell can make you do. That’s not a tingle in your dick. That’s love in your heart.”

Yordan looked at him, his expression shifting all over the place, the emotions too rapid for Kit to label. But in the end, all he saw was doubt. Yordan doubted, and that was going to kill their happily ever after.

“It’s okay to doubt that this is going to last,” he said. “We’re less than twenty-four hours into our relationship. Of course we should doubt that. But it’s not going to fail because of some fairy spell. No game show host can change what I think of you deep inside. What I feel for you. So, forget the sex, ignore the tingle and all the other physical stuff. What do you feel for me inside? In that place where no fairy can touch?”

He watched as Yordan settled into himself. It was as if he could see the man mentally strip away all the fun stuff and land in that place of self that was quiet and wholly one’s own.

“Do you want to spend time with me?” Kit asked. “No sex, no tingle, do you want to hang out?”

“Yes.” The word was whispered at first. And then it came out stronger. “Yes.”

“Did you want to do that before we banged?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to keep doing it after this? Every night? Every day? As much as we can?”

“Yes!” Then with a quick twist, Yordan slammed his hand down on the red button. “You didn’t change a damn thing. I love him.” He looked at Gamfay. “And you’re an asshole.”

Ding.

TRUTH.

Kit launched himself into Yordan’s arms, and the big man caught him in a hard embrace. To the side, Coffee cheered as his leash disappeared, and even Gamfay ho, ho, ho’d as if he hadn’t just lost a slave. But Kit barely registered that as he and Yordan kissed. It was deep, it was sweet, and it was the happily-ever-after kind of kiss.

It was love.

Hallelujah!

When they finally separated, Gamfay was gone and a free Coffee was there, still in his Vanna costume.

“I’m free,” he said as he spun around fast enough to make his skirt flare. “I’m free!”

Yeah, he was. And Kit and Yordan were in love.

Epilogue

Why Business Trips are the Best

One Year Later

“No, no, no! Gummy’s pack needs to go to Upstate NY. They’ll have no problem with the tunnels under Albany.” Yordan poked at screen to digitally move the green dot to NY. His hand shook a bit with the magnitude of what he was about to do, but he didn’t think Kit noticed.

“Of course they’ll have no problem with the tunnel ghoul,” Kit returned. “That’s a cakewalk better suited to one of the less-able packs. It’s more important that they go help in Europe where the—”

Yordan cut him off. “No, it’s not. Gummy’s from Brooklyn, remember? This will let the whole pack visit his mom. That woman can cook, and it’s like a week of R&R put into a single meal. Trust me, Gummy’s pack needs to go there.”

Kit leaned back, his desk chair adjusting to his shift in weight as he stared across his desk to where Yordan sat at his. Between them was a combined work space of mammoth proportions, but it suited them fine. They were both big guys after all, easily able to reach the map that lay between them.

“Why is your hand shaking?”