I pull him in for a hug. “I’ll get you through this, pet. I promise.”
Then he kisses me with a frantic hunger I haven’t felt from him in years. I’m not sure how it happens, but a few minutes later, we’re both rolling around on the floor and he’s lying next to me and blowing me, and I’m fishing his cock out of his slacks to blow him.
And after he gets me off, he buries his face against me and leaves a dark love bite right there at the base of my cock.
Of course I let him. I massage his head and whisper what a good boy he is while he does it.
I’ll always wear my pet’s marks.
It’s one of the few tangible proofs I have of his love.
Chapter Thirty-Six
A little while later, I’m feeling pensive when I take a cab to Jordan’s hotel. I suspect Elliot’s going to steal any future opportunity he can to chew on me and leave marks.
How Jordan responds to that will set the tone for the rest of our relationship, I suppose.
Jordan looks sweetly eager when he opens his hotel room door for me, but his smile fades almost immediately. “What’s wrong?”
Shit.
I step inside, easing him back and closing the door behind me so I can kiss him.
He melts in my arms.
I’m kissing him, and I haven’t even brushed my teeth since my encounter with Elliot less than an hour ago.
#badman
“If you had a good job here in DC, would you stay?”
He looks up at me, confusion and desire swirling together in his gaze. “Sir?”
“Yes or no answer. Would you put your degree on hold and stay?”
He studies my face. “You talked to Elliot.” It’s not a question.
Dammit.
He’s fucking perceptive. “Yes, I talked to Elliot. Yes, or no?”
“Will I be with you?”
I nod.
“Yes, Sir.”
The relief flooding into my soul nearly makes me cry. I kiss him again and pray I am on the right path, finally. “Move in with me, baby. Trial period. We keep the hotel room. If you decide before the inauguration you don’t want to stay, or that you don’t think this will work, I’ll help you move back here, and you’ll still be able to return to Florida. Please?”
He nods, wide-eyed and gorgeous in his stunned shock.
I love him. I’minlove with him.
Spending your life holding back, riding the brake while simultaneously jamming the gas to the floor in an attempt to stall the inevitable or cling to the past, wears you out.
It’s time to shift gears and hang on tight. Elliot and Jordan can either get in, get out, or get out of my way.
I swear I was going to help him pack. But fifteen minutes later, we’re naked in his bed and I’m pounding him into the mattress with his ankles slung over my shoulders. He saw Elliot’s love bite and left his answer on my right hip.
