Now Hiring: Our Boyfriend
MMM Polyamorous Romantic Comedy
by Jace Wilder
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Pairing: MMM (Polyamorous)
Heat: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ Inferno
Tropes: Boyfriend Application, Established Couple, Best Friends to Lovers, Polyamory, Bi Awakening, Praise Kink, Mutual Pining, Romantic Comedy
Two husbands. Forty-two questions. One best friend with all the right answers.
Evan and Mac have a great marriage. Six years of inside jokes, Sunday breakfast arguments, and a bedroom that still works overtime. So when Evan confesses he wants to explore polyamory, Mac doesn’t panic. He writes a boyfriend application.
Forty-two questions. Anonymous submissions. A private queer social group. The responses range from horrifying to hilarious — until Applicant Seventeen submits answers so specific, so perceptive, so unnervingly perfect that both husbands are hooked before the first date.
Applicant Seventeen knows Evan hates public praise but craves it privately. Knows Mac cracks jokes when he’s terrified. Knows their dead dog’s middle name and exactly how they take their coffee.
Applicant Seventeen is Lucas — their best friend of four years.
Lucas applied partly as a joke. Partly because he’s loved both of them for longer than he’ll admit. But he’s been the disposable third before, and he won’t do it again. He’ll date them. He’ll let them discover exactly how well three bodies fit together. But he will not accept a position designed before anyone asked what he wanted.
If they want him, they’ll have to stop hiring and start building something all three of them own.
You’ll love this book if you enjoy:
✅ Established married couple opening their relationship
✅ Best friend who already has a key to their house
✅ Anonymous application with a devastating reveal
✅ Three separate romantic pairings within one triad
✅ Praise kink that makes a grown man cry (in the best way)
✅ Corporate vocabulary as romantic comedy
✅ Bisexual representation without stereotypes
✅ Inferno heat with emotional depth (🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ — graphic MMM scenes)
✅ Three-person HEA guaranteed
⚠️ Content Warning: This novel contains explicit sexual content (graphic MMM scenes including MxM and MxMxM encounters), strong language, discussions of bisexual identity and polyamorous relationships, and references to a prior emotionally abusive relationship. Intended for readers 18+.
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Chapter One: Additional Capacity
The kitchen towels were wrong again.
Evan stood at the sink with water running over a colander of cherry tomatoes and stared at the hand towel hanging from the oven handle. It was folded in thirds. Mac folded them in thirds because Mac believed thirds created a cleaner visual line, and because Mac had once seen a hospitality-industry TikTok about towel presentation and had treated it as federal law ever since.
Evan folded towels in halves. Like a human being.
He dried his hands on the wrongly folded towel and carried the tomatoes to the cutting board, where a half-assembled salad waited beside a glass of wine he’d poured twenty minutes ago and forgotten. The row house kitchen was warm with late-September light, the old brick visible between open shelves Mac had insisted on and Evan had installed, and the whole room smelled like garlic because Mac was doing something ambitious with shrimp that would either be excellent or require a pizza delivery by eight-thirty.
“You’re hovering,” Mac said without turning from the stove.
“I’m not hovering. I’m standing in my own kitchen.”
“You’re standing in your own kitchen with the energy of a man who wants to say something about my shrimp.”
“Your shrimp is fine.”
“My shrimp is magnificent.” Mac adjusted his glasses — bold tortoiseshell frames that cost more than Evan’s first car — and brandished a wooden spoon. “You’ve been somewhere else for three weeks, Ev. If this is about the Kimball Theater timeline, just say so, and I’ll stop asking.”
It wasn’t about the theater.
Evan sliced a tomato in half and watched the seeds spill across the cutting board. “The theater’s on schedule.”
“Then what?”
“Nothing. I’m just tired.”
Mac turned around. He was wearing the apron — HUMAN RESOURCES, INHUMAN EXPECTATIONS — and a slim-fit henley that Evan had bought him two Christmases ago, and his expression said he knew Evan was lying but was choosing, for now, to let it pass.
That was the thing about being married to someone who professionally helped people articulate difficult truths. Mac always knew when Evan was carrying something. He just also knew when to wait.
“Okay,” Mac said. “Tired. Sure.”
He turned back to the shrimp.
Evan finished the salad in silence and tried not to think about the thing he couldn’t stop thinking about.
They ate at the kitchen table with the windows open and the sounds of their Fairmount block drifting in — a neighbor’s music, someone walking a dog, the particular Philadelphia hum of a Tuesday night in a neighborhood that had settled into itself. Mac talked about a difficult termination at work. Evan talked about a supplier who’d sent the wrong reclaimed-oak flooring for the third time. They argued about whether The Bear had earned its most recent season or was coasting on atmosphere, and Mac won because Mac always won arguments about television.
It was a good evening. Easy. The kind of evening that six years of marriage produced when both people still liked each other — not the performative date nights or the effortful romance, but the ordinary pleasure of sharing a kitchen with someone whose voice you wanted to hear at the end of every day.
Evan loved this. He loved Mac across the table with garlic on his fingers and wine on his lower lip and opinions about prestige television that he delivered like closing arguments. He loved the way Mac’s eyes crinkled when Evan said something dry enough to catch him off guard. He loved the house they’d made together, the brick they’d exposed, the shelves they’d fought about, the bedroom upstairs where they’d learned each other so thoroughly that sex had become a language rather than an event.
He was not unhappy.
That was the part he couldn’t figure out how to say.
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