Chapter Eighteen
The flight from Tallahassee to Andrews will take approximately two hours, so we don’t have a lot of time. Still, I want to do something for Elliot.
Reward him.
Positive reinforcement, right?
It always worked on me.
Fisting Elliot’s hair in my right hand, I keep my voice low, just loud enough for him to hear me over the sound of the engines.
“Eyes open, boy.”
His lids flutter and expose those gorgeous blue eyes. He looks up at me, making my cock throb in response.
Staring down into his eyes, I realize how easy it would be for me to fall in love with him. He’s completely vulnerable right now. Maybe I’m Leo’s boy, but I can see why Leo fell hard for Elliot.
I’m an idiot, and I know it. I don’t get happy endings. Not really. Not inmylife.
I brush the fingers of my left hand over his left nipple and he literally shivers, gooseflesh rising all over his body as his cock starts inflating again.
That’s a good sign, I suppose.
All the things I ever did with Leo roll through my head, now viewed through a different lens.
Owner, instead of owned.
Having this man under my hands is a powerful feeling, and one that I’ve missed. I felt powerful when with Leo, too, only in a different way. Not that I was in control of him, but that someone like Leo wanted someone like me in the first place. The hunger that always appeared in his gaze when he looked at me, the demanding way hetookme.
That the usually perfectly controlled man was uncontrolled when it came tome.
I’ve missed that.
Under my fingers, his nipple tightly peaks. I take my time and love the way I feel him struggle not to take charge and shove my hand down his body toward his cock.
Which now lies fully hard against his abs and twitches a little with every brush of my fingers over his nipple.
Good to know he’s wired like that. I know this man, but I have a lot to learn about him.
Everything, actually. Because it’s literally my entire job now to know everything about Elliot.
Even things the public can never find out about.
Especiallythose things.Thoseare the things that will make or break whatever the hellthisis. I mean, he’s not my boyfriend.
Is he?
He’s kind of my pet more than my boyfriend.
If he was my boyfriend, we’d go see movies, or go out to dinner. We could have dates and be seen together.
We could openly dance together at inaugural balls, and I could hold his hand and walk on stage with him at speeches.
There’s a world of things we could do.
Not possible now, and even less possible once he’s elected.
And I’m reasonably sure he’ll be elected. Which means the next ten years of my life will be spent in the shadows by design. I won’t be able to draw attention to myself. The bad kind of attention.
