Bonus.
As long as Stella hopes she has pull with me I can keep a better eye on her and simultaneously hold her at arm’s length. Keep your enemies closer, and all that bullshit.
Closing my eyes I take a few slow, deep breaths, willing sleep to pull me under once more even though I doubt it will. Except my eyes open again when I hear Jordan’s breathing change.
He stirs, lifts his head, checks the time, and rolls over to drape an arm and leg across me. “Can’t sleep, boy?”
My arm automatically hooks around his shoulders and tightly cuddles him against me. “No, Sir.”
No reason to tell him what I’m thinking about. He’s not fond of Stella because she’s a pain in my ass. Plus, if Jordan were to know some of my darker suspicions about Stella, he might tell Leo.
I absolutely wouldn’t put it past my Master to intervene in some secret way that could trigger an avalanche of trouble for Stella—possibly snaring Leo in the process—which would then likely snowball into my parents demanding I intervene on Stella’s behalf.
Either way, I lose. I’d much rather Stella end up a victim of her own karma and leave Leo with completely clean hands.
Besides, it’s much sweeter that way.
Jordan’s sigh brushes against the softest parts of my soul. Like me Jordan is a creature composed of a complex mix of the Alpha and the beta, depending on the situation. I know outside of work that Jordan would prefer to be boy all the time with Leo above us, yet I couldn’t have asked for a better man to have by my side in this job.
We sleep naked most nights—except I’m usually wearing my leather collar—and I savor the warmth of his bare flesh pressed against mine. That’s when the hand splayed over my abs slides lower and his fingers wrap around my cock. Predictably it hardens in his hand because chemistry never lacks between us.
I swear I could be on death’s door and a wink or gesture from Jordan would harden me like fucking iron. Maybe it’s weird to go from thinking about my sister’s dead friend to having sex but we’ve been running so hard in the lead-up to today that this is the closest I’ve been to getting laid inweeks.
His hand slowly pumps my erection, once, twice.
The third time, I roll on top of him and take over, slanting my lips over his in a crushing kiss that makes him moan in the way I know means he’s giving in, for now. We do this sometimes, switch things up.
Right now, I want to show this man how much I love and need him in the only way I truly get to show him.
That’s by making love to him.
I need it as much as he does because other than my private time with Leo, it’s the only thing that shuts off my brain for a little while and gives me any kind of respite from my rambling, anxious thoughts.
My hands find his and I yank them up and pin them over his head against the mattress, transferring both wrists to my left hand while keeping my weight braced on my forearm. Immediately, his body squirms under mine as he tries to rock his hips against me.
I shove his thighs apart with my knees. Lust boils in his gaze as he wraps his legs around my waist, his erection laying against his abs and pressing against mine.
With my lips just above his, I draw this out for him. I doubt I’ll get back to sleep after this but hopefully he will. “Who owns you, baby?”
He’sgone. His breathy voice tells me that. “You own me.”
Fucking right, I do.
I could have killed Leo when he let Jordan leave DC and return to Tallahassee. That was never part of the plan. At least, not part ofmyplan. I’d planned to work up the courage to ask Jordan to be my body man for the campaign but I wanted to hold off and wait until the very last moment. I needed to be certain Jordan agreed to do it becausehewanted to, not because Leo wanted things that way.
And I wanted to have a long talk with Leo first. Yes, it was Leo’s plan, but I also needed to be sure Jordan wouldn’t burn us.
Especially not burnme.
Not only did Jordan’s departure fill me with anger at Leo, it filled me with dread that stories might start popping up in tabloids about me and Leo.
Then…they didn’t.
Jordan kept our secrets.
Meaning I wanted Jordan back more than ever. Wanted him in my arms, in my bed.
Still I couldn’t admit my feelings about him to Leo.
