First Spouse.Some people still have trouble with that one and call me theFirst Gentleman.
I can’t help the snort that escapes me. I’llneverget used to that title, no matter how many times I hear myself referred to as that.
I’mdefinitelyno gentleman, and I’m sure Kevand Shae would privately agree wholeheartedly with that assessment.
The First Bastard, perhaps. Or First Sadist.
Except that would roil more than a few feathers, I’m sure.
Less than three years left of this bullshit. Then it’ll be Elliot’s turn. I have no doubts he’ll win when he runs, either. Shae’s poll numbers are through the roof, the economy is strong, unemployment numbers are low, andthe stock market is purring.
I’m still futzing with my goddamned tie when I hear a knock on the bedroom door.
“Come.”
In the mirror, I watch the door open and Kev pokes his head inside. He quickly steps into the room and closes the door behind him, snapping the lock.
“Perfect timing,” I say as I turn and point at my collar. “Help me with this goddamned thing, would you?”
If Kev keeps smirkingat me like that, hewillget himself bent over the end of my bed and fucked right now. Which will make us late, but totes worth it.
It’s good to see him smile again. After losing Lauren, I wasn’t sure I’d ever see my boy wear a smile.
“I thought you had to wear one of these all the time when you were an agent?” He sets the leather portfolio in his hands on the bed and walks over.
“Don’t makeme spank you,” I warn. “You know I will.”
He actuallyrollshis fuckingeyesat me. “Oooh, noooo, Sir.Pleasedon’t spank me.” He reaches up to untie my tie.
“Brat.”
“Yourbrat. You should know.” His blue eyes meet mine for a moment, sending my pulse racing and thickening my cock. It’s a rare moment we’re alone in the residenceandthe kids are in school, so we know we won’t be interrupted.
Unfortunately, today, we don’t have time to play.
Behind his glasses, the grey in his eyes stands out against the charcoal in the suit he’s wearing, and picks up the jeweled-tone blue in his tie. I’m so glad I fucking forbid him from wearing those stupid colored contacts. I prefer the glasses. I think it makes him look hotter.
Then he grabs my shoulder and spins me so I’m facing the mirror again.Turning my collar up, he yanks my tie free and starts fresh. He drapes the tie around my neck and adjusts the lay of it around my shirt collar, but I think that’s an excuse for him to brush his fingers against my neck.
Not like I mind.
Then he reaches around me, under my arms, to tie it as he looks into the mirror from over my right shoulder.
“You’re a little naked today, aren’t you?” he quips,noticing my lack of body armor.
“It’s hot, and I really don’t need it today.” I stretch my arms back, cupping my hands around him and pulling him against my back, smiling at him in the mirror when I feel his cock is hard, too.
Maybe that’s enough sadism right there, knowing he’s hard and can’t do anything about it until tonight, once the kids are in bed.
I wouldn’t want to make us late, now,would I?
I wiggle my ass against him, though, loving the soft moan breathed in my right ear.
“That’s mean, Sir,” he mutters.
“I know.” My smile widens, as does his.
Sure, this is a delicate balancing act the three of us are performing, a thousand feet in the air with no net, and a crosswind threatening to send us into the abyss.
