Chapter Fifteen
The last week of January, the kids are at school and I’m at work downstairs in my study when Kev appears in the doorway before lunchtime. It’s a Friday, and my schedule is light today. He and I spent most of this past week on the road, both for work and campaign stops, and I’mdone. I plan on sleeping late tomorrow, watching cartoons with the kids, and stayingout of Chris’ and Kevin’s way while they cook breakfast with them. Then we’ll go down to the family movie theatre and watch whatever it is the kids chose for tomorrow. Jasmine has the weekend off, and for now we’ve closed the White House to weekend tours to protect the kids’ privacy, so other than Secret Service and White House staff we basically have the place to ourselves.
Our home life hassettled into a roughly flexible routine that I’m cherishing.
I sit up. “What?”
The eyebrow arch. That, and the way he silently holds out his hand to me tells me Sir’s totally in the house, and it makes me shiver in good ways.
Because of the obvious, and because of work, we haven’t had a lot of playtime lately. Chris and I have had a little bit here and there. Kev and I locked ourselves in theexecutive suite on Air Force one several times this week for some stress relief. I know Chris bent Kev over his desk in the East Wing yesterday afternoon and nailed him minutes after we’d returned from our trip.
But playtime for the three of us together has been rare. It’s easier for us to sleep in the same bed.
I stand and take his hand, and he pulls me in for a quick kiss. “Let’s go.” He releasesmy hand and steps aside, indicating for me to go first.
I’d rather walk at his side, but protocol dictates I’m supposed to walk ahead, or at least side-by-side.
We head upstairs, where I realize there’s no staff anywhere around. We have three hours before the kids return home from school.
When Chris steps into the foyer with an evil smile in place on his handsome features, I realize the sadistis back.
Oh, thank god!
I’ve really missed that sonofabitch.
Kev slips behind me, one hand grabbing my throat and the other taking my arm and pulling it up, behind my back.
“Got her?” Chris asks, sounding amused.
“Yes, Sir. I might not be a super spy like you, but I can control the girl.”
From the feel of the hard cock pressing against my back through his suit, it’s turning him on, too.
Chris laughs. “I wasn’t a spy, dammit.” He walks over, barefoot and in jeans, no shirt.
Damn, he looks good.
He grabs my chin and leans in for a hard, sucking kiss that nearly takes my knees out.
“Sorry, baby. Life got in the way there. Forgive me?”
I temper my disappointment. The sadisttakes, unapologetically, and I kind of hoped this meant I’d get him back for a few hours. He really helpsme clear out the mental cobwebs.
This version of the sadist is…well, he’sokay, but he’s more the version Kev usually gets and melts over. The gentler sadist who first fell in love with a practically virginal college guy in a nightclub in Daytona.
“I forgive you.”
He reaches past me and pulls Kev in for a kiss. “Bedroom, baby. Now.”
I’m not sure if he meant the baby for me or Kev, becausehe calls both of us that, and I love it when he does.
Off we go, Kev keeping a firm grip on me. Kev’s Sir mode hits different wavelengths within my soul, makes me desperate to please him. He doesn’t need physical control with me the way the sadist does, because Kev has a way of making me take everything from him without having to ask me for it because I’m usually begging.
Once we’re securelylocked in our bedroom, the men work together to quickly strip me and get me up on the bed, where Chris grins as he looks at Kev. “Lean in.”
He does, and Chris relieves him of his necktie, which he uses to truss my wrists together, over my head, and fastened to the bed frame.
They both sit up, looking pleased with themselves. Kev kicks off his shoes, but when he starts to remove his blazer, Chrisgrabs him by the lapels and hauls him in for a long, deep kiss that soon has him moaning with need and me moaning because I’m helpless to get in there andhelp.
