He knows I’ll do it, too.
Part of him dreads that thought.
Part of himcravesit.
I smile as I take pity on him and start stroking his cock without making him beg for it this morning. “Buuut, I guess, since you were such agoodboy and got re-elected last night, I can let the snark slide a little,Governor.”
He’s already rocking his hips in time with my motions. I honestly didn’t think he’d have a second one in him so quickly this morning, but I’m glad of it. It means he’ll be more settled, relaxed when he’s being interviewed today. A little of our routine added to a day always helps him out. I don’t drag it out, either, because we don’t have the time and we’ve already taken too much. It’ll never be enough with either of them, but it is all that we can steal for ourselves today.
By the time we finally finish our showers, including shaving each other, Susa’s already done, has her hair blown out and styled, is dressed, and is putting on makeup.
Owen’s halfway dressed, slacks and a belt but still shirtless, when he drops to his knees in front of her, wraps his arms around her, and presses his face to her tummy.
I can’t help it—I snap a picture with my personal phone.
Dammit, something that’sours.
Her gaze catches mine as she smiles and strokes his hair, rubbing his scalp in that way he loves.
I walk over and stand behind him, wrapping my arms around her, too. “I promised him fun tonight if he doesn’t gripe about Kevin Markos all day. But he needs to finish getting dressed.”
Her face lights up. “Ah, the good boy earned a reward.” She pats the top of his head and he finally, reluctantly stands. “You heard Sir. Get dressed. Now.”
He smiles as brushes a kiss across her lips before he grabs his undershirt.
She drops me a wink. “Dray will be here in five.” She holds up fingers and waggles them at me.
“Yes, dear.”
She laughs and playfully swats me on the ass, and that makesmelaugh.
Laughter.
It’s so good to hear it again after those three bleak weeks just a few months ago.
We were lucky.
Damnedlucky.
Don’t think I don’t know that.
It also makes a tiny part of me worry that we used up a lifetime’s worth of luck. Then what will we do in the future when something bad sneaks up on us?
* * * *
Kevin Markos must have mainlined a gallon of coffee to look as awake as he does right now. His too-blue eyes are likely contacts, and his blond hair is a shade lighter than Owen’s and laying perfectly. Dray went first to confirm Markos was there and ready before we took the service elevator down, our security detail in tow.
Our campaign is actually paying for the extra troopers, yesterday and today, and related travel expenses. Just because Owen was re-elected doesn’t mean we can get lazy and sloppy. The only way to get Susa elected is to not fuck up.
I let Owen go first and stand a couple of steps behind with Susa, holding her hand. Dray stands off to the side, ready to cut in with a time warning in three minutes if I haven’t been able to get Owen moving in two.
“Governor Taylor, congratulations on your re-election victory last night,” Markos says, his sound guy holding a boom right over their heads as the cameraman stays tight on them. “How does it feel to have secured such a decisive victory?”
Owen slips his hands in his pockets, looking deceptively casual, but I know it’s more to hide the fact that he’s clenching his fists. “I think it means the voters have once again spoken with a clear mandate. We’re still waiting on final tallies, of course, but it’s looking like we earned even more votes than the last time. I hope that means the voters want me to keep doing what we’ve been doing and working on the initiatives we started in our first term…”
When Susa pokes me in the ribs, I glance at her and immediately realize my smile had been sliding toward Joker-Poisons-Gotham territory.
I can’t help it. Imagining how pissed off Markos is going to be when he realizes what we’ve done is just…
