“See?” he whispers, still denying me the kiss I’m nearly desperate to receive. “You want her. She’ll need us to have her back, Kev. I believe in her. Am Iinlove with her the way I’minlove with you? No. Do I love her? Yes. But I can putyouinthe White House, baby. Youdeserveto be there.”
“Gee, worst fucking job in government, to quote James A. Baker, III. Thanks.”
He’s not giving up, though, not that I want him to. “Think of all the good you can do as chief of staff. Think about the power you’ll have, even more than when you were on TV. You’ve talked to her, seen her in action. She’s what this country needs, and she needs thebest behind her. We’ll set up Elliot Woodley as VP, position him for a run at it in eight years, meaning steady, moderate leadership for sixteen years.”
He lowers his lips to mine, where they part for him. He traces my teeth with his tongue before lifting his head again. “You told me you care about our country. When we finish in the White House, think of the political cachet you’ll wield. Books,TV appearances, a speaking tour. And I’ll be there with you for all of it.”
It’s an intoxicating thought. “How do we explain things after? Us all being together?”
“You can still work as her chief of staff once she’s out of office. No law against that. Look at Taylor, Evans, and Wilson.”
In private, we’ve met with the triad, during a weekend home in Tallahassee over Christmas. After making myin-person apologies to Taylor again over that interview so long ago, and after admitting to them that we are now a triad, they offered us advice personally, and an unrestricted access to them for political pointers. They’ve quickly become friends. We’ve also become close to Susa’s father, retired Florida State Senator Benchley Evans, who’s a well-connected attorney and GOP operative. He unofficiallyruns the party in Florida.
He’ll be key in helping me win her votes there, mostly because he cannot stand President Fullmer and wants him to lose.
“They’ve been together since college, though,” I say.
“It’s still doable. No one’s doing bed checks every night.”
Another kiss, and part of me wants to hate him for knowing my weakness—heis my weakness.
“Come on, baby,” he whispers. “You’ve beenfantastic so far. You have fun with her, don’t you? Ever since that first night together, I’ve seen the difference in her. She’s into you far more than she’s into me, in some ways. Outside the bedroom. You connect with her on a different level than I do.”
My heart races as I remember the heat in his eyes as he knelt on the bed that very first night the three of us were together, Shae suckinghis cock while I fucked her, him leaning in to kiss me, the sound of her moans as I took out my frustration and anger and jealousy on her, driving her deeper onto his cock with every punishing thrust, wanting to choke her on it so I could then rub her face in it that she wasn’t as good at deep-throating him as I was.
To make her suffer for all the times I laid alone in bed and waited for Christo come home from her place.
Only to feel humbled that she’d enjoyed me doing that, and to discover she literally was a different person when submitting to us.
Especially when submitting tome.
I think about my hours of vanilla conversations with her, about music, Shakespeare, politics, history.
She’s smart, she’s funny, and she wants to belong tome.
“She’sinlove with me,” I whisper, unableto say it any louder. “She told me.”
“Perfect.” His lips feather a path along my jawline, up, where he nibbles on the shell of my ear before whispering, “Then she’s yours. You have full permissions to own her, baby,” he says. “Whenever you want to do to her, and however you want. Because I won’t be able to be around a lot during the campaign. You don’t have to feel jealous of her. There’s thingsshe needs, and you can vent your frustrations on her. You’ll be in charge of her, the way I’m in charge of you. Ineveryway. Think aboutthat.”
I do, and a surge of molten desire courses through me, straight to my throbbing cock. I never thought about myself as a Top, and certainly never was one while with Lauren, but this is different.
This is what Christopher isaskingme to do. Doing itforhim.
Somehow, that makes all the difference, and I’m shocked to realize I’m…eagerto obey him.
Christopher isn’t done, either. “Think about putting her on her knees and choking her on your cock while you’re on the phone with me telling you what a good boy you are for me. Think about being able to bend her over in an airplane lav and fuck her if you want to. Or laying in bed and watching TVwhile she goes down on you. Think about getting to bend the president of the United States over her desk and angry-fuck her ass, which I put marks on the night before as a little ‘I love you’ note from me toyou, boy.”
I’d be lying if I denied those images aredamnedhot.
Another nip along my ear. “Baby,pleasethink about all of this. I love you. To prove how much I love you, I’ll give youthis decision, totally up to you. If you tell me no, absolutely not, then we’ll stop this now.Rightnow. I’ll break up with her, and I’ll keep working, and I’ll marry you. You can quit the campaign, and I’ll support you until you find another job. But reallythinkabout this before you pull that trigger. You’llalwaysbe first in my heart. So tell me now if you can’t do this. It’s your call—yes,we get her into the White House, or no, we stop?”
A series of memories flash through my mind, ending on that day on my front stoop, when I locked gazes with Christopher and truly comprehended what a horrible mistake I’d made by never calling him.
ShaeLynn Samuels isn’t exactly hard on the eyes, either.
Okay, yes, fucking her—among other things—has been pretty hot. Not to mention a great wayto blow off some frustration and tension.
This isn’t merely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, it’s a chance to make history.
