I still own my house just outside Tampa, next door to Carter and Susa’s house and sharing the same backyard fence. But for the most part, I won’t be staying there during my term. Besides, there’s already a calendar full of official state functions, and many of them will be held at the mansion that is now my home.
My only consolation is that Carter, as my chief of staff, is expected to either be with me or be on call for me twenty-four/seven. No one will suspect anything untoward if he’s spotted coming and going at odd hours. Susa’s presence, both as Carter’s wife and my lieutenant governor, will not raise many eyebrows, unless she regularly shows up at the mansion at an unusually late hour without Carter or staff of her own. One of the trade-offs we’d already talked about and figured into our plans was that by embarking on this path we’d lose privacy.
Carter is more than ready and willing to give me what I need and crave when Susannah is unable to. He’s also ready and willing to be a warm body in my bed so I won’t feel so alone every night.
Because before the whirlwind that was my campaign to become governor, the three of us shared a bed nearly every night.
* * * *
Where I’m kneeling about three feet from the far end of my desk, I can’t be seen when Carter answers the knock on my office door after unlocking it and cracking it open to see who it is. He moves aside just enough to allow someone else to step in, and my breath catches, my pulse races.
Her.
“I only have a few minutes,” Susa says in her usual clipped, all-business tone.
Carter closes and locks the door behind her and, moving faster than it seems possible for a human to manage, grabs a handful of hair, tipping her head back.
“Whatwas that,pet?” he softly growls.
She’s never allowed to use that tone on Carter and she damn well knows it.
Her entire posture and voice change, needy and soft, even as my own body responds to Carter’s tone. “I only have a few minutes, Sir.”
I struggle not to smile, not to laugh. With today’s craziness, she likely forgot herself.
I only wish I could be there later tonight to watch when Carter reminds her who she belongs to.
He marches her around behind my desk and I allow my gaze to follow them. He bends her forward over the desk, making her put her hands flat on it, and hikes up her skirt. Since she’s also wearing three-inch heels, it means her gorgeous ass sticks out nicely.
“Who said you could wear panties today, pet?” I hear the fabric rip and a quietmeepfrom her.
“Sorry, Sir. I thought—”
“You thoughtwrong.”
Another violation.
She’s going to have fun sitting tomorrow.
She’s lucky we already did a sound check one evening last week, before I took office, and we discovered Carter can’t spank us in here if someone’s in the outer office.
Like Julia, my administrative assistant.
Who, right now, is sitting out there at her desk, along with a trooper from my security detail.
Holding out the offending material, Carter walks over to me with a playful smile on his face. “Do you believe this shit? Looks like a certain pet has forgotten her place.”
“I see that, Sir.”
He turns from me, stuffing her ruined panties into his left front slacks pocket. I have a feeling they’ll probably end up in my mouth later.
Not the first time he’s gagged me with her panties.
Not saying I mind it, either.
“Loyalty.”
I immediately relax into the position, knees still wide, but my back now rounded, my left hand on my thigh, my right flat on the floor, my gaze focused down.
