But not today. Not this morning.
I kiss him again. “Breakfast in bed?”
“I hope so.” He climbs out of bed to go use the bathroom and I sit up and swing my legs over the edge.
Of course Leo set my walker close to that side of the bed for me on his way to the bathroom. Because he hates it when I hop around even if Jordan has stopped harassing me about it.
Mostly.
By the time I’ve reached the bathroom Leo’s finished and is washing his hands. As he slides past me he stops, and we’re nearly eye-to-eye.
“I love you, El,” he says. “We both do. We’ve always got your back.”
“I know.”
He smiles and brushes a kiss across my lips before returning to the bedroom.
As I make my way over to the toilet I remember something and an idea grows. There’s an event the weekend after next, for a wounded vets organization. It’ll be covered in the press but isn’t exactly something that’ll garner excess attendance by journalists.
Outdoors, in public, with press in attendance.
Smiling, I realize it’s like it’s meant to be, because it’s absolutely perfect.
Hopefully Jordan agrees.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FOUR
Two daysafter the election my schedule returns to something approaching normal, for me.
Thank god for Jordan.
Yeah, I know, I know.
Believe me, Iknow.
It’s such a relief to no longer feel like my life’s stuck in limbo. I now have a concrete timeline. Four more years before the three of us can spend the rest of our lives together.
I can’twait.
Tonight, Jordan and I are locked in my private study in the West Wing after we’ve eaten dinner. Leo will stop by shortly and spend some time with me before he and Jordan leave together for the evening. Jordan likely won’t return until late tonight, or possibly in the pre-dawn hours tomorrow morning, depending on how long Leo keeps him.
Meaning I won’t have much time for this talk with Jordan. It took me the past two days to finally work up the courage to approach him about this. Mostly because I know that once I do it’s real, and then there’s no taking it back.
Tonight Jordan’s wearing a black Armani suit that Leo bought him for his birthday. Dammit, I know he’s boy to Leo but he’s a sexy as fuck Sir to me, especially when he’s dressed like this.
I guess maybe I do have a suit fetish. “I think I’ve finally made a decision, Sir,” I admit from where I’m naked and kneeling on the floor in front of him.
“You think, or youhave?” he asks.
“I have, Sir.”
He leans forward where he sits on the sofa, elbows braced on his knees, hands clasped together, gaze intent and heavily weighing on me. “Decision about what, boy?”
Even the way he speaks to me like this feels different than when he’s in boy mode for Leo. Like there’s a deep well within him of hidden strength and focus that only I get to see.
Something about that is sexy as hell, too.
I like how he makes me feel sexy. Not that Leo doesn’t make me feel desirable but there’s always a look in Jordan’s eyes when he studies me that speaks not just to hunger but appreciation.
