Chapter Fourteen
The next night, Tuesday, I’m working late at the capitol building ahead of the budget talks. I said good-night to Casey and Declan around six and ordered them to go home because they’ll be putting in plenty of late nights over the next couple of weeks.
Not to mention I still feel damned shitty over how I blew up yesterday, and I want some alone time in the office.They bid me good-night and head out to grab dinner together. When Case offers to bring me back something, I gently rebuff her offer.
Time alone is what I need right now, to focus and work.
I also sent the security detail home, told my security chief I’d notify him when I was ready for a driver, and locked myself in my office to work and not be disturbed.
I donotwant to go home right now.
For allll the reasons.
Not just the empty house and empty bed, but because when I’m there it’s too easy for me to get distracted in unhelpful and unhealthy ways, and this reallyispart of my job that I should have a laser-focus on. Passing the budget is one ofthemost important parts of my job, especially since we only have a part-time State Assembly.
I work until after nine. I haven’t evenhad dinner yet when I’m nearly ready to call it a night, but I have some frozen dinners at home so I can nuke one of those. I also have some notes for Casey to look at.
Rather than calling or texting her and disturbing her, especially after showing my ass yesterday, I opt to walk the handwritten pages down the hall to her office and leave them on her desk. I don’t necessarily want a record ofthese notes. If I use text or e-mail, there will be one. She’ll simply shred the notes for me once she’s reviewed and followed up on the items I’ve requested. They’re just requests for more information on a few things, my questions about stuff I’m unsure about. If Casey thinks I should save the notes, she’ll compose a formal e-mail for me in my work account and send it to hers, creating a publicrecord that says the same thing.
Then no one has to see a copy of my shitty handwriting, and it creates a public record that’s digital and actually searchable by anyone running a records request. It saves time having a staffer transcribing every tiny bit of paper that passes through my fingers.
Our suite of offices is locked down for security reasons, with no public access except through a securitycheckpoint, which is manned until everyone leaves for the night and the area is sealed. Unless I call for an officer, or they feel they have cause, they won’t enter and disturb me, especially this time of night. Only certain badged employees and state officials can get through without a security check. It holds my office, Casey’s, Declan’s, the state attorney general, the secretary of state,and the treasurer, along with three admin assistants, one who’s dedicated to me, Casey, and Declan.
I’m not here by myself very often, especially at night, and it feels eerie being here alone.
Or so I thought.
I mean, IthoughtI was alone.
As I approach Casey’s office, I hear soft noises, voices. The door is closed, but there’s a strip of dim light visible beneath it that shouldn’t be thereif her office is truly empty. It’s not the cleaning crew, either, because they came through over an hour earlier and have already moved on to another floor. I should be alone in this area.
Reaching for the door knob, I hesitate when I hear a soft moan.
Nota female moan.
And then Casey’s voice filters to me through the door.
“Goodboy.”
Deep in my gut I feel that same slither I did yesterday.My cock stirs, surprising me. Too many memories threaten to wash through me, memories I’m usually successful at holding in check while at work.
Memories of Ellen on her knees before me, my cock in her mouth as she blows me in my office during lunch or after work.
Me whispering, “Good girl,” to her.
Both of us loving the delicious naughtiness of it. Hell, we weremarried. What was someone goingto say to us? That we couldn’t have a little bit of fun? It’d be embarrassing, but far from a headline-worthy scandal.Married Guy Caught Having Sex With His Own Wifeisn’t exactly TMZ.com-worthy stuff.
We were never caught because I was careful. Yet it was thatillusionof risk that sharpened the edge of our fun for both of us.
When I suck in a breath, I realize I was holding mine.
Still outstretchedtoward the knob, my hand trembles a little. I finally close the distance and slowly turn it, somehow not surprised to find it unlocked.
As I carefully ease the door open far enough I can peek through, my cock hardens and howls at the sight before me.
Declan’s naked, except for a black leather collar buckled around his neck, and matching leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles. He stands bentover the end of Casey’s desk with his hands gripping the edges. It looks like she’s got his ankle cuffs attached to the bottom of the desk, keeping his legs spread open.
Casey’s wearing a lacy black bra and matching panties, and is plowing Declan’s ass with a strap-on.
