He lifts his head from my shoulder, looks at me with those blue eyes of his, and slants his lips over mine in a greedy, hungry kiss that damn near makes me forget my own name. Now he’s pressing me against my car, and I feel his cock harden between us.
I guess I’m well-trained, because mine hardens, too. Before I know it, we’re not just kissing, we’re grinding against each other, damn near close to ripping the clothes right off our bodies where we stand.
He finally lifts his mouth from mine, but he keeps me pressed against the car with his body.
This is something I don’t have with Casey, being physically overpowered. I submit to her because Iwantto, because I love her, because she and I both need things on opposite ends of the scale, so it works for us. She’s tough and scrappy, but I have a few inches and pounds on her, and I’m stronger than her. If I wanted to, I could overpower her against her will.
Except Idon’twant to.
George can physically overpower me, and I love that about him. I know if I needed him to stop, he would.
I don’twantto stop him, though.
“Do you have what you need to stay here through Monday morning?” he asks. “Leave for work from here?”
“Yes, Sir, but I thought tomorrow night—”
“We talked. Weekends are mostly mine, and weeknights are mostly hers. She’ll probably stop by for a little while tonight before she goes home.”
I study him. “Are we all…okay, then?”
He nods. “We’re okay.”
“Did she chew you out over the breath play?” I ask.
Finally, the hint of a smirk. “Sort of. From now on, she gets overrule rights on stuff like that.”
“Yes, Sir. That’s what she told me this morning.”
It almost feels like he wants to say something else, but then he kisses me again and I kind of forget about the rest of the world even existing. This kiss feels tender and sweet and more than a little hungry.
Finally, Declan the deputy chief of staff makes an appearance in my brain and reminds me we’re on a schedule. “We need to take a shower,” I mumble against his lips.
“I know,” he mumbles back. “Humor me.”
Who am I to argue with my boss or my Sir?
Eventually he sighs, resting his forehead against mine. “Promise me something.”
“I’ll try.”
“Don’t let me go too far. I couldn’t bear to lose you and Casey.Pleasepromise to stop me, or safeword, or whatever you have to do.”
I stare into his eyes and hope this isn’t a lie. “I won’t let you go too far, Sir.”
* * * *
We have nearly two hours before the security detail arrives to pick us up. Sir helps me carry my things upstairs, then he pulls me into his arms again to kiss me. Before long, we’re stripping each other and heading for the shower in his bathroom.
I know that I’m not the first person he’s made love to in there, but that I’m now his only means a lot to me.
More than you’ll ever know.
I’m the only person who’s managed to penetrate the thick walls of his grief. For the first time in as long as I can remember, in this one way I don’t feel like an imposter.
George seesme, even if he doesn’t know everything about me. He wants me for who I am, not for what I can do for him politically or legally or professionally. I’ve seen his vulnerability, held him while he cried.
The man has bared his soul and his soft underbelly to me. That’s genuine and rare and precious, in my mind.
