“Did your sources hear anything else?”
“Only that Markos was fired last night, and he’s fucked, because he has a non-compete clause in his contract that will keep him off the air atlarge US news networks for two years.”
“Wow.” Unlike his divorce, I feel no joy at this news. I feel…sad.
Like I want to swoop in there and rescue my boy.
Because over all these years, I’ve never stopped thinking about him asmine.
“He’ll never come work for me,” she adds.
I smile. “Yes, he will. I guarantee it.”
She cocks her head at me, her brow furrowing in an adorable scowl. “What doyou know? Do you really know him? I thought you were just screwing with me.”
I take a sip of my coffee. “I know him,” I quietly say.
“Why didn’t you say anything before?”
“Because it’s…complicated.”
“Well, are you going to tell me, or keep me waiting?”
“Sir and girl time, Shae.”
I watch her shiver the way she does when she’s struggling not to drop into subspace. She nods.
I wait her out.
“Yes, Sir,” she finally says. “Sir and girl.”
This puts it squarely into a private little metaphorical box we have between us. Whatever happens inthatspace, as Sir and girl,nevergets revealed to anyone. That works both ways. It’s theonlyway she can let go to get what she needs, and the only way I can let go enough to give it to her.
Usually, we do not mix the streams, so to speak. We talkwork, or we fuck, but beyond scheduling issues I never talk work in fucking mode with her.
Until now.
I grab my duffel bag, which holds a few implements and a change of clothes I brought with me, pull my personal cell phone from the side pocket where I’d stashed it and my wallet, and sit back. “I told you I’m bi.”
“Yeah?”
I punch in my pin code, navigate to the secure and hidden folder onmy phone where I store my special photos, and punch in another, more complex pin code. I scroll through them and find one that shows his face where she’ll recognize him and turn the screen to show her.
“That’s from about twenty years ago.”
She gasps and claps both hands over her mouth, her eyes widening as she focuses on me. “Shut.Up!” she mumbles behind her hands. “Wait…” She leans in. “Isthatyouwith him?”
I wistfully smile as I study the picture. It’s one of my favorites. Kevin’s light blue eyes are focused on me as he goes down on my cock, watching me. I still remember how it felt when he softly moaned around my cock as I told him what a good boy he was, how good he was doing.
How I reached out after taking this pic and stroked his blond hair, ran my fingers through it.
The way his eyes dropped closed at my touch.
My poor boy.
“There’s a reason I wasn’t joking when I told you tiramisu is a hard limit for me, and why I always change the song if Queen comes on while we’re together.”
Her hands remain clamped over her mouth. “He’sthe reason?”
