I want this or hundreds of other kinky memories made withmeto be what his mind turns to in those moments when his focus drifts for even a second.
I want to be first in his mind, in his heart.
I want to be his, and I want him to bemine.
He’s so damned close—I can see it in his face. So am I. “Ask me to come for you, baby. Let me hear you beg pretty for me.”
“Please come for me, Sir! I want to feel and watch you come. I want you to—”
“Fuck, yeah!” It wasthere, all of a sudden. I speed up my hand and spill all over him, all over his abs, and force myself to keep moving because then he’s right there, too. I ride him hard, until his body finally trembles and stills beneath me.
I scoop up my puddle with my fingers. Before I can even lift my hand from his abs, his mouth is open, his head up and straining, wanting it.
Elliot eagerly sucks my fingers clean as I feed every drop to him and then lean in and kiss him possessively.
He’smine.
Whether or not he realizes it yet doesn’t even matter.
I clean him up before I free him from the restraints. He’s already falling asleep.
As he clings to me while he falls asleep, I nuzzle his head. “Leo replied to your texts,” I whisper. “Cell reception problems with his phone. He apologized.”
He mumbles something and lets out a soft sigh I realize is a snore.
He’s asleep.
I press a kiss to his forehead. “Sleep well, boy. Dream about me.”
Closing my eyes, I settle in and contemplate what it’ll be like living in the White House and fucking Elliot over theResolutedesk whenever I want.
