Honestly? While she has good, strong poll numbers, I don’t think she can win a POTUS run this time around. She’ll have some pretty stiff competition from not just Fullmer,our current president, but a large and disorganized Democratic field that seems to sprout a new candidate every day.
She’d be better off running for Senate one more time—because she’s kicked her opponents’ asses every time—and then declaring. It’d give her more time to put together PACs and a campaign structure, find some wunderkind for a strategist, and yeah, she’d likely be unstoppable.
Whenwe sit on her couch to eat, I take over the remote and switch the TV to FNB, whereThe Daily Readout With Kevin Markosis about to start.
She groans. “Really?”
Sir arches an eyebrow at her, and she grumbles, but falls silent. “I like his show,” I tell her. “He’s not like the others.”
She has noooo idea in what ways.
“What is it about his show you like so much? Aren’t you a Democrat, too? We’resupposed to be allergic to that network’s flavor of bullshit.”
I shrug. “He’s not trying to shove an agenda down my throat. Hey, he’s the only show I like on that network, okay? And he’s not bad on the eyes.”
Shae knows I’m bi. “Well, I’ll give you that. Heiscute.” She smiles. “He’s interviewed me before.”
I know, because I’ve seen the shows.
I’ve seenalllhis shows.
“Yeah?” I say. Shedoesn’t know I know him, much less how I know him.
“Yeah. Seems like a nice guy. Some of those newscasters, they pretend they’re nice on the air, but once the camera’s off them, they’re real stuck-up shitheads. He was nice before and after the interview.”
I clench my jaw to literally hold back the questions. Asking her how he smelled and if his hair is still as soft as it used to feel wouldbe hard to explain.
Especially since I’ve never told her about him.
I’ve never told anyone about him.
The secret of my boy, and a hotel room in Daytona, and tiramisu, all set to a soundtrack of Queen, is something only two people know—me, and Kevin Markos.
And I don’t even know if Kevin Markos remembers who I am.
* * * *
We finish eating and I remain on the couch to watch the rest of Kevin’sshow while Shae takes care of the dishes. I feel her slowly transitioning into “girl” mode, meaning she’s looking for the sadist tonight.
I can and will give her that, but not until after Kevin’s show is over.
She probably thinks I’m just doing this to be a sadist right now.
Duh.
But also because no, I’mnotmissing his show. I’ll be heading overseas for three weeks for a protection trip,and this is literally my last chance to really relax and unwind for several weeks.
Ineedthis.
Once she finishes the dishes, there’s still ten minutes left in Kevin’s show. I grab her by the hair, jerk her down to her knees, and force her to swallow my cock to the root.
“Don’t make me come, girl, or you won’t come tonight. Just get Sir nice and hard.”
She moans around my cock, and that nearlydoes make me come. I sit there with my hand fisting the hair of a three-term US Senator from the great state of Florida while she unknowingly helps me relive fantasies about the blue-eyed news journalist currently filling her TV.
They say you never forget your first.
I was his first man, ever.
