Majesty shifted to face her more fully. “There is a foundation here. Between Lex and me. We’ve known each other for eighteen years, worked together for most of that, built a business and a teaching practice together. We trust each other completely.”
“But you’re not romantic,” she said, clearly trying to understand.
“No,” I confirmed. “But that doesn’t mean there isn’t a foundation. We’re partners in every sense except the sexual one. We communicate constantly, we know each other’s limits and triggers, we can read each other without words.”
“And when we’ve shared partners before,” Majesty added, “that foundation is what made it work. We were unified in how we approached things, how we cared for someone together.”
“So the foundation doesn’t have to be traditional,” Cami said slowly, working through it. “It just has to be solid. Built on trust and communication.”
“Exactly.” I watched understanding dawn in her eyes. “The romantic and sexual connections with you would develop separately, but the structure underneath would be strong because Majesty and I already have that with each other. You’d have the pleasure of receiving that on both ends.”
“What about between you and me?” she asked. “And between Majesty and me? Do those connections have to develop at the same pace?”
“No,” I said. “They’ll develop however they develop. There’s no prescribed timeline or requirement that you feel the same way about both of us at the same time.”
“Though I’ll admit,” Majesty said with a grin, “I’m planning to be irresistible, so your feelings for me will probably develop faster.”
She laughed, the sound lightening the intensity of the conversation. “That’s very confident of you, Sir.”
“I prefer to think of it as being self-aware.”
“What if I feel differently about one of you than the other?” she asked, serious again. “What if I’m more attracted to one, or connect better with one?”
“Then we adjust,” I said simply. “This isn’t about fairness or equality in feelings. It’s about honesty and communication. If you’re more drawn to Majesty initially, that’s okay. If you need more time with me to build that connection, that’s okay too.”
“And you wouldn’t be...” she hesitated, searching for the word. “Jealous?”
“Of each other?” Majesty shook his head. “No. That’s not how we work. Your connection with Lex doesn’t diminish anything between us. Your connection with me doesn’t threaten what’s building with him.”
“That seems too easy,” she murmured.
“It’s not easy,” I corrected. “It requires constant communication, regular check-ins, willingness to be vulnerable about our needs and fears. But jealousy isn’t productive. Compersion is.”
“Compersion?”
“Taking joy in your partner’s happiness, even when it’s with someone else,” Majesty explained. “If you and Lex have an amazing scene together, I want to hear about it. I want to be happy for both of you.”
“And if you and I connect in ways that are different from how you connect with Majesty,” I added, “that’s celebrated, not threatened.”
She was quiet for a moment, absorbing all of this. Then, with a hint of that boldness returning, “What if I want to kiss you?”
The question hung in the air between us.
“Do you?” I asked, keeping my voice level despite the want coursing through me.
“Yes.” She turned to face me more fully. “I’ve been thinking about it since you walked downstairs in those sweatpants.”
Majesty laughed softly. “I told you that look worked for you.”
“Then kiss me,” I said to Cami, not breaking eye contact. “If that’s what you want.”
She leaned in slowly, giving me time to stop her, time to think better of it. But I didn’t want to stop her. When her lips met mine, it was tentative at first—testing, exploring. I let her set the pace, responding but not taking control.
Then Majesty’s hand came up to brush her hair aside, exposing her neck, and his lips found the sensitive skin there.
She gasped against my mouth, and I used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, my hand coming up to cradle her jaw. She tasted like wine and sin, and the small sound she made when Majesty sucked gently at her pulse point went straight through me.
“Is this okay?” Majesty murmured against her skin, his hand resting on her hip.
