Not that he would consider any of those descriptors an insult.
And, again, not that I’m complaining, because I’m not. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be.
I know I don’t have to speak up and remind him of the time. It might not seem like he’s watching the clock, but I’m sure he’s calculating exactly how much he can cram into what little time the three of us have alone together right now.
Maybe perhapsliterallycram.
That doesn’t even bother me anymore.
After a few minutes of him torturing her, he speaks.
“Boy.”
I’m on deck. I smoothly rise to my feet even as they sting, full of pins and needles and protesting they still need a moment to recover.
Carter smiles at me and my cock twitches. “Come here.”
His fist is buried in her hair, her cheek is pressed against the desk, and her skirt is now rucked up around her waist. She’s gorgeous and mussed, her blue eyes wild with that special kind of energy Carter has a particular way of building in both of us.
Thatpleasefuck melook.
Our times together have been few and far between lately, first with our grueling campaign schedule, and now with taking office. We went from sleeping together every night to sometimes barely seeing each other for days at a time.
That, above all, has been the most difficult part of all of this, losing that privacy, that time together. Not even sexy time. I mean being able to close our eyes, take a deep breath, and relax with our heads in Carter’s lap.
We’ve all had adjustments to make. Susa and I trust Carter to take care of us, though.
Like right now.
I’m sure whatever Carter has in mind will carry us through until the next rare time the three of us can be alone together.
Because it will have to.
Chapter Two
Then
Looking back on when our paths initially intersected, the first time I met Carter Wilson I was convinced he was a quietly cocky asshole.
I wasn’t right.
I wasn’t exactly wrong, either. I came to learn that it wasn’t a personality flaw so much as it was one of his charms. Not a bug, but a feature.
As the old saying goes, it’s not bragging if it’s true.
Which was the funny thing. Because with everything that Carter is and does, despite unintentionally coming off a little cocky, he is not a braggart. Definitely not boastful. Sometimes, he’ll even tell you things he’s done, if you ask him the right way and at the right time. Yet you get the feeling upon his retelling of events that it was no big deal to him, at the time.
Even when it’s rightfully a big deal to everyone else.
Especiallythings that are a big deal to everyone else.
Maybe it was the age difference between us, or my lack of real-world experience at the time that made me read his surety in pretty much everything he did as “cocky,” because it wasn’t that he was preening and pecking and making himself look like an ass.
If anything, he is a master of blending in andnotbeing noticed. Look upsubtletyin the dictionary and you’ll see his face.
Which, again, fit him perfectly once I learned more about him.
My initial read of him was due ninety-nine percent to me and the filter all of my perceptions flowed through at that time rather than the one percent that was truly about him.
