It’s sort of my superpower.
* * *
Later,after I exhaust our morning cuddle time and drag myself out of bed and into the bathroom, I sit on my shower chair while Jordan takes care of me. During moments like this I frequently play alternate timelines through my mind.
In my latest fantasy the three of us have slept late and are now showering together in one large enough to comfortably hold us and easily accommodate our play. Jordan isn’t forced to remain in Sir mode because Leo’s there to take care of us.
Not that I’d ever shirk my duties as POTUS. Which is exactly why these fleeting respites are so vital to my mental and emotional well-being.
The impacts of my career and responsibilities are never far from my mind. I can’t escape them. The irony that I’ve built my own prison isn’t lost on me.
“Earth to boy,” Jordan gently teases, calling me to focus on him as steam swirls around us in the shower.
“Sorry, Sir.”
He kisses me again. “No apologies. Where’s your mind today?”
I sigh. “Nothere, that’s for sure.”
He knows what I mean—not on myjob.
“Leo’s eating dinner tonight here in the residence.” My head snaps up to meet his gaze, where I find him smiling. “Ah,thatgot the boy’s attention, huh?” He chuckles. “Thought it might. I’d planned to keep it a secret but since you’re not at your best it’ll give you something to look forward to.”
A familiar mix of desire and anticipation rolls through me. “What time?”
“Whenever you finish working. I’m cooking for the three of us.” His eyebrows arch. “FYI,Sirgets a night off, too.”
I know what he means and shove back more guilt. To him, cooking is expressing love, a way to provide the service-based submission he craves while still tending to me as my Sir. Jordan needs a long-overdue night to fully drop into boy mode with Leo while I get to be Leo’s pet for a few precious hours.
Jordan’s only here because I asked him. I mean,here-here, living with me in the White House. By his very nature he’s a service-oriented submissive even if he is an Alpha kind of guy in work mode. To everyone else he appears deceptively innocent and easy-going, one of his secret superpowers that he fully leverages to his advantage and my benefit.
I’m almost afraid to ask but I want to know everything. “Is he spending the whole night?”
Jordan wistfully smiles and brushes a hand through my hair. “Yes. I made sure you don’t have any early meetings tomorrow. Plus, I pushed back your PDB until just after an early lunch, unless something serious crops up. Executive time.”
Relief floods my soul. “Thank you, Sir.”
He pulls me in for another tight hug, one I desperately need. On mornings like this my pain leaves me feeling especially vulnerable and I need to reel that in before I face the world. A large part of me wishes Leo would force me to come out. Order me to marry him and announce it and get it over with. He knows if he strikes me hard enough at all the right emotional pressure points I would do it, too.
Except Leo’s not that kind of sadist. He’s only interested in a willing victim. He’ll never push me more than I’m ready to accept. Letting him take me down and beat the hell out of me is one thing.
Exposing layers of my secrets isn’t a step I’m prepared to take at this time.
Part of me still hopes beyond hope I can…
I don’t know. Earn my father’s respect in a tangible way before I come out?
Sucky reason, I know. Never claimed to be perfect. Far from it.
Jordan rubs the top of my head. “Stop thinking about coming out.”
Chills wash through me despite the warmth of the shower. “That’s fucking spooky, Sir.”
He smiles down at me. “I don’t deserve a pet POTUS if I can’t read you like a kids’ pop-up book.”
* * *
Even after Shaetapped me to run as her VP I honestly didn’tbelieveit.
