We have to make sure Elliot has all the tools and resources at his disposal to be successful.
I feel guilty that we’re not having sex tonight, but we can do that tomorrow night in the White House residence, sleep in a little, and not worry about appearances.
Leo doesn’t speak, doesn’t try to make me do anything except lie in his arms and justbe.
BeHis.
The comfort I soak up from him can’t be quantified.
Eventually, I tip my face so I can graze my teeth against his throat, above his collar, where he’s loosened his tie and unfastened the top button. “Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper. Doesn’t feel right to break the silence, even though we’re alone. “I love you.”
Leo slants his lips over mine in a tender kiss that calls up our entire history with every gentle sweep of his tongue across mine. We’ve made countless memories together in this bed.
“Love you, too, baby boy. You’re my good boy, and I love you so much.” He reaches up and gently flicks the daith. “You’ve had these for a while now.”
Of course he noticed, but we haven’t had a discussion about them yet. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Your idea, or his?”
“Mine.” My heart races in a bad way, skating the outer edges of the truth like this. “But I let him pick which ear we put them in.”
“Hmm. My territorial pet staking his claim on you, I take it?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He chuckles. “I know he nearly went apeshit when I got your nipples pierced.”
Now I draw back to look him in the eyes. “Did he tell you that?”
Leo’s knowing smile always makes my cock throb. “I know my pet, and I know my boy. I saw the look in his eyes the first time I showed them to him. He always scowls a little when he’s feeling possessive of you. Outer edges of his eyes kind of narrow, and he blows a couple of breaths out, thinking he’s keeping himself from reacting.”
Sonofabitch.
I let Leo pull me close again. “It’s fine, baby boy. I like knowing he feels that way about you.”
That’s when it hits me. “You did it on purpose to make him jealous.”
He has this little noise he makes, sort of ahmph. Does it when he’s amused.
He makes it now. “Maaaybe. Hey, he wouldn’t let me put a collar on him over all these years. And he deliberately leaves marks on you for me to see. At least I knew every time he saw those on you that he’d be thinking aboutme.”
Of course I laugh.
Because he’s absolutely right.
We lie there with our foreheads pressed together and breathing in unison for I don’t know how long. At least fifteen minutes. I really should think about making my way back to Blair House and Elliot, but I can’t bring myself to leave yet. I’ll probably snag one of Leo’s dirty undershirts from his laundry hamper and smuggle that back with me, something for Elliot to cling to tonight while alone in his bed.
Because I know Elliot won’t let me spend the whole night with him, either. I’ll be free to come and go from his room next door to mine, but also highly visible, meaning I’ll have to go to bed, eventually.
“Does this get easier, Daddy?”
Finally, a soft chuckle. “I’ll let you know when I figure it out.” He sighs. “Either eight or four years left in this. Take comfort in that. It’s finite.”
“I do.”
I’m about to sit up when his next words immobilize me.
“Now that we’re alone, I have another question for you. Why did you take my gun that night, baby boy?”
