The corner of hermouth quirks up. “Not if I get to play with him, too.”
“You mean ifhegets to play withyou,girl.”
She wraps her hands around her coffee mug. “Yes, Sir.” But I see the way her lips quirk again.
She’s definitely hooked, her mind spinning out the possibilities.
“Don’t want to fuck up my retirement,” I say. “Because the director will probably ask me to resign when we go public with our relationship,if I haven’t retired already. So I wouldn’t be able to marry you until that year, once I turn fifty and my pension is safe. We have to play it cool until then.”
She lifts her mug and takes a sip. “I need to form an exploratory committee by the end of this year,” she says. “We’re actually running late with that. I had no idea it’d be this difficult to find someone with integrityandbrains tobe my new campaign manager. I want Kevin involved in all of that.”
“We’ll talk to him before then. Two weeks or sooner.” The thought of seeing him again—and more—hardens my cock. “I’ll move him into my condo with me. He’s working for you and the campaign, he can come and go from your place as he wants. It’s almost expected.”
It’s the best of both worlds. Shea will be taken care of, and I willtake care of him. “Gives us an extra cover story when we get married,” I add. “I ended up spending more time with you outside of work because he’s living with me.”
“How do you explain your connection to each other?”
I shrug. “We met in college.”
“Thatwouldmake things easier all the way around, wouldn’t it?” she asks.
“Exactly.”
She sighs. “Okay. Give me a date so I can clear my scheduleto get to Florida. We traveling together?”
“Meeting there is probably wiser. I have to go to Florida anyway to follow up on some threats.” I drop the next idea I’ve already pondered on her. “You should buy a house in his development.”
I get the eyebrow again.
“Hey, it’s on Google Earth, all right? And the property tax listings are public record. Besides, it’s a gated community. You’ve beentalking about ditching the townhouse in Tallahassee so we have a house there where I can spank you and we can hide out. This is the perfect excuse.” Money’s not the issue—Susa inherited quite a fortune when her mother died, in addition to her own considerable income from her career as an attorney.
She smiles. “If you say so, Sir.”
“I do. In fact, I’ll research that and send you listings. Soonerthat happens, the better.”
I alreadyhavethe listings. I stayed up late last night doing research. There are five houses for sale in Kev’s development, one of them directly behind his. We could just open a gate in the fence.
“Why a house in the same development?” she asks.
I prop my chin in my palm. “Taylor, Evans, and Wilson.”
She scowls, because she needs a second to orient herself. “InFlorida?”
“Yeah. They have houses right next door to each other in Tampa, and the townhouses in Tallahassee. They were roommates in college. They’re a poly triad, I’d be willing to bet. You yourself said that when you talked to Taylor and Wilson about the campaign, they were cagey when discussing Taylor’s ‘partner.’ House close to Kevin’s, especially in a gated community, means less chances ofpeople talking.”
I wink. “Besides, imagine how I can make you howl if I don’t have to worry about what the neighbors think.” The walls of her Tallahassee townhouse aren’t paper-thin, but they’re uncomfortably close to it. I refuse to spank her there because I don’t need us having to explain away a 911 call for domestic violence.
“Mmm. Are you sweet-talking me, Sir? Because it’s working.”
“Good.”I sit back once more and sip my coffee. “I’ll drop listing links in your private e-mail by this afternoon.”
She sets her coffee mug down, rises, rounds the table, and crawls into my lap as she drapes her arms around my neck. “Do you have to leave right now, Sir?” She playfully bats her eyes at me.
I stroke her thigh through her robe. “Whyyyy?”
She shrugs. “Been a lonely few weeks without youaround.”
I gasp melodramatically. “Have you actually…missedme?”
