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manager, he can dig and check out their financials, make sure they're all legit and what not."
    "Are you sure I can do this?" Ryder asked, as he started fidgeting and pulling on my shirt. "I don't want to screw this up."
    "You won't be doing this alone, baby," I answered. Running my hands up and down his back and shoulders to comfort his nerves, I continued. "You can ask me any questions you want; we can even research some of them together. But I'd like you to help me with this."
    "I love you," he whispered against my lips before kissing me. "Thank you for trusting me."
    "I've always had faith in you, Ryder," I said firmly, staring into his eyes. "I don't just love you for your hot little body and dirty mind. You're compassionate, caring, creative, smart, and loving. You're the first person that came to mind when I thought of who I could get to help me figure out where to donate."
    "You're just saying that to get into my pants." Ryder sniffled, always unable to take a compliment.
    "I can get in your pants and ass anytime I want," I replied, holding his head in my hands so he couldn't look away. "I'm telling you the truth. You don't see yourself as the rest of us you. You are an amazing man we all love more than ourselves. I love you, Luc, and Dean all the same, but you are the glue that makes us a family. We'd be nothing without you, baby."
    "I can ask you whatever questions I want, even if they're totally stupid?" Ryder asked, searching my face. "I don't want to make a mistake."
    "I think the only stupid question you ever ask me is if I'm in the mood for sex." I snickered as I ran my hands over his firm ass. I leaned in and hissed in his ear, "I'm always in the mood for you."
    "Okay, I'll do it," he said, rubbing his groin over mine. "As long as I get to have naked lunches with the boss while he fucks me in his office."
    "Dirty, dirty hot man," I said again, laughing when he winked at me. "Promise me you won't freak out when you see how much I'm donating, okay?"
    "I'll try," he replied, raising an eyebrow at me.
    I reached behind him and grabbed the yearly reports where I'd figured out how much I could donate this year. Handing it to him, Ryder's mouth dropped open as his eyes darted from me to the sheet of paper.
    "You want me in charge of this?" Ryder gasped. He went pale as he looked at me again before his eyes rolled back in his head and he fainted in my arms.
    "That much, huh?" Luc snickered as I leaned Ryder against my chest. "I think you picked the right person to help, Spence."
    "You guys aren't mad?" I asked, glancing at them.
    "Not at all," Dean answered, smiling widely. "I agree with you, Ryder doesn't see his own value. I think it's a fantastic idea to help him start seeing himself as more than his previous profession."
    "I concur," Luc said nodding. "And I agree that he's the glue that makes us a family."
    "Can I ask how much he's going to be donating?" Dean asked, looking uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, but I'm dying of curiosity here."
    "Me too," Luc added. I chuckled as I slid the piece of paper across the table at them. They both stared at it, mouths hanging open. "Seventy four million dollars? Yeah, I'd pass out too if I was in charge of that."
    "Do I have to donate it to an existing charity?" Ryder asked as he came around.
    "What do you mean, baby?"
    "With that kind of money, we could start our own charity, Spencer," he answered, sitting up and looking at me.
    "Honey, you still look pretty pale," I said carefully, confused as to what he was saying and worried about him. "We don't have to talk about this right now."
    "I want to," Ryder replied. "I wanted to get into charity work to help people who were in the same situation I was. Gay men or women whose families don't accept them and leave them to fend for themselves on the street. What if we could start a foundation to help them?"
    "I think that is a fantastic idea," I answered, my heart full of pride for the man I love. "How would you want to go about it?"
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