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especially after such a short time. He would do his best not to overwhelm Trey. Hell, he’d take his cues from the man based on how Trey reacted to this unexpected visit. He just prayed Trey’s feelings were on par with his own.
    A pair of twin boys—maybe seven years old—opened the door, alike as they could be. “Can we help you?”
    “Uh…I’m looking for Trey?” He checked the number on the door. It was the right number. And the bell on the gate had rung when he’d opened it.
    “Oh.”
    “Mommy! Someone’s here for Trey!”
    “A big man.”
    “What did I tell you two about opening Mr Trey’s door?”
    Ah, the personal assistant, now her Lucien recognized.
    “Sorry. He’s working. Let me see if he’ll come out.”
    “Thank you, ma’am.” Lucien gave the little boys a wink.
    “Trey? Boss? There’s someone here for you and I have to get the boys home and you have to eat!”
    “I’m almost done.”
    “It’s Lucien,” he called out to Trey before lowering his voice and speaking to the assistant. “I can make sure he eats.”
    “I’ll be out in a few,” Trey called out. “Go ahead and go, honey. He’s not going to murder me in my sleep with a pickaxe.”
    “Mommy? What’s a sleep murder?”
    “Mommy? What’s a pickaxe?”
    “Thanks a lot, boss!”
    Lucien had to bite his lower lip to keep from laughing as Allison groaned and grabbed the twins’ hands, taking them out with her. Chuckling, he closed the door behind them.
    “I’ll just give myself the two cent tour, reacquaint myself with the place,” he called out.
    The sound of typing and what he assumed was the voice recognition program went on and on. He explored the house—it was nice, but he wasn’t sure Trey ever went to the living room. That room was perfect, simple.
    He found himself wandering back to the bedroom and he put the dildo and plug packages in the middle of the bed.
    This room—while still perfectly tidy—was lived in. It smelled like Trey, too. Clean and fresh, that male musk delicious. Just thinking about Trey’s scent made him hard. Hell, he’d been hard every time he thought of Trey since he’d gone home the other day. Such a lovely little size queen.
    Lucien wanted to do things to Trey. He was pretty sure Trey wanted them done to him, too.
    “The end!” Trey laughed and hooted, words carrying. “Send to backup. Send to email.”
    Lucien headed toward Trey’s voice. “That’s sounds positive.”
    “Uh-huh. Hey. I didn’t expect you.”
    No. No, he could tell. He wasn’t sure Trey had slept or bathed since he’d left.
    “I had a parcel arrive and wanted to deliver it in person. I take it you had a good run?” He touched Trey’s arm.
    “I finished my book. I need a bath. Have a seat and I’ll be right out.”
    “How about we share a shower?” He brought Trey’s hands up to his face so Trey could see him properly.
    “Oh, that sounds fun.” Trey searched him, pale face lit up, light blue eyes seeking restlessly.
    He waited until the touches changed, then he chased those slender fingers with his lips, kissing them.
    Trey chuckled. “Come on. I’m gross. I was inspired.”
    “That happen a lot?” Lucien was fascinated by everything about Trey. He put Trey’s hand on his arm and led him to the bathroom.
    “Sure. I usually have a rush at the beginning and the end.”
    Trey started the water then brushed his teeth before carefully putting his watch in a soap dish.
    Lucien checked out the tub. It was going to be a tight fit but not at all impossible. “May I?” he asked, moving his hands to the bottom of Trey’s T-shirt.
    “Sure. It goes in the first bag.” There were four bags hanging on hooks marked ‘shirts’, ‘jeans’, ‘underwear and socks’, and ‘dry clean’. He assumed the words were for Allison’s benefit.
    Dragging his fingers along Trey’s warm, soft skin, Lucien pulled the T-shirt up. Damn, Trey was smooth, all pale barring the tiny nipples and the glory trail