It’s what George and Casey have told me to do, so I…try.
Easier said than done, though.
Seriously.
Nashville is far smaller than you think it is when it comes to politics. If this gets out about me, I can probably kiss my legal career goodbye in this state, and I don’t as of yet have bar certification to practice in any nearby states. I was going to get that, but between George’s campaigns, and then him being catapulted into the governor’s seat, I haven’t had the time.
I don’t have as much as I’d like in savings right now. I don’t have any debt to speak of, because I paid off my car and I pay off my credit cards every month, but I’ve been dipping into my savings since I work for state government and make shit for pay. I stash away as much as I can in my retirement account, because I’d be an idiot not to.
But I have to pay my malpractice insurance and keep that up, even though I work for the state, because I still have a few cases I’m working on. Plus, I still handle a few pro bono cases every year. If George is re-elected, I’ll be able to make it the full extra four years if I’m careful, but it’ll be rough there toward the end.
I’d joked this job was a labor of love before it really became…that.
Fuck.
Idolove George.
I’minlove with him.
What thehell?
I mean, okay, I’m not complaining, even though it’s unexpected for a lot of reasons.
The first one being I never thought I’d be in a relationship with anyone besides Casey, much less a guy. I honestly thought I’d spend the rest of my life in orbit around Casey, tidal-locked to her and doing whatever it is that we’re doing together.
End of story, simple as that.
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I’d end up in a relationship with a man. Especially not George.
We have to fly to Knoxville for a meeting two weeks after the confrontation with Aussie, on a Thursday. We’re taking a small state plane, since this is state business. George and I started out at the office, because there were things we needed to do there. Due to our schedules, we haven’t been able to spend much time together this week. Not even around lunchtime. I suspect George isn’t sleeping well again, because he looks like hell.
And I haven’t been able to see Casey, either, except at work. So I’m more than a little…frustrated, shall we say?
Finally, the two of us head downstairs to the garage for the ride to the airport. When we reach the detail, George puts his hand on the nape of my neck, cupping it, firmly gripping it, and guides me into the back of the SUV first.
He really doesn’t seem to give a shit what anyone says about the optics.
Fuck optics.
Everything about him screams one thing—this boy is mine.
I’m fuckinghardright now.
Once we’re underway to the airport, I start talking to him about meeting prep. He grabs my hand and pulls it over his crotch, molding my hand around the outline of his cock.
I know my voice stumbles. But he’s staring at me with those blue eyes narrowed slightly in predator mode.
Andthatsmile.
Ooohhh,thatfucking smile.
“Keep talking, boy,” he says, too low for the driver to hear.
I try, but I’m not sure I’m even making sense. I clear my throat and keep going.
With his other hand, George eases his zipper down and slides my hand inside his fly, through the front opening of his boxers.
His cock’s hot and hard. As I rub my fingers over the head, I feel pre-cum there and my mouth starts to fuckingwater.
