“No matter what?”
He nods as much as my grip in his hair will allow. “No matter what.”
“Even if I have you get on your knees and suck my cock, or have you drop trou and ride my cock during a trip onMarine One? Let the crew see what an eager and horny slut you are for me?”
His soft, sexy gasp threatens to harden my cock again. “Yes, Mister President. Anything and anywhere you ask.”
“That’s right.” He knows damned well I wouldn’t do that—well,maybeI wouldn’t do it—but the threat of knowing it’s a sexy fantasy in my head makes it that much hotter for him. “Maybe one night I’ll fuck you in the elevator on the way upstairs, shoved against the wall with you knowing the detail is right there hearing you beg me for it.”
His fingers twine in my hair. “Yes, Mister President.”
“I definitely think you’re going to spend a PDB on your knees under my desk with my cock in your mouth, baby. We haven’t done that yet. I know I keep threatening to do it but thatwillhappen at least once before I leave office.”
Oh, yeah, it will. That one’s more than an idle threat. If we do it in the Oval, as long as no one walks around the back side of my desk they won’t be able to see Jordan under there.
He squirms against me, desperate to kiss me. “Please use me, Mister President.”
“That’s adorable, that you act like you think you have a choice in the matter.” I reward him with a crushing kiss, biting his tongue, nipping and sucking his lower lip, all while I torment his nipples by twisting the rings there, back and forth, with my other hand.
After another minute of that I end our kiss. “Good boy,” I say. Then I turn his head so I can flick his daith with my tongue and whisper into his right ear. “Now go get myfuckingcoffee, slut.”
He grins and bounces out of my lap. Thank god I locked my chair’s brakes before I started playing with him or he might have accidentally shoved me halfway across the bathroom.
He grabs his sweats and pulls them on as he heads toward the bathroom door, casting a sexy, sultry smile at me over his shoulder. He looks years younger like this.
Fuck, do I love this man.
And thank god he came back to me once I de-assed my head.
CHAPTERSIXTY-FOUR
Thankfully,our morning antics haven’t derailed my schedule. Much.
When I sense Jordan attempting to drag himself back into Sir mode I firmly shut that down. I’ve shoved him out of his dominant mental state where he’s used to operating on a daily basis and into a more submissive headspace. For now, I refuse to step back into silently deferring to Jordan as Sir’s boy.
Which the ever-observant Leo notices despite his medicated state.
Jordan and I have already showered, eaten breakfast, and dressed for work when Leo awakens. Jordan kisses him good-morning before heading out to fetch Leo his coffee.
Leo winces as he sits up in bed. “What’d you do to our boy, pet?” he asks after I kiss him good-morning.
“Whatever do you mean,hubby?”
Leo’s eyebrow slides up as he processes not only the term I used but the tone in which I delivered it. I hope Leo doesn’t decide to shove me back into pet mode because unlike how I interact with Jordan I’m honestly not sure I can resist Leo if he does.
I’ve never been able to resist Leo. Not since the first night we met.
“Um,yeeeaaah,” he finally says. “Help me up, please.” I steady him as he slowly transfers from the bed into his wheelchair. I even push him into the bathroom.
“You know damn well what I mean,El,” he says from inside the toilet closet while I wait outside for him. “Why’s Jordan in full-on subby mode and you’re on top? What’d I miss while I was passed out overnight? You didn’t break my boy, did you?”
I know his last comment’s a joke but still I silently curse the sadist’s spookily keen situational awareness, even when he’s at far less than one hundred percent.
“Nothing you need to worry about.”Ooh,there’smy loophole.“Consider it a work-related matter.” When Leo finishes I help him back into the wheelchair and roll him over to the sink. “He’s experiencing the consequences of disobeying a direct order from POTUS yesterday.”
Leo meets my gaze in the mirror as he washes his hands. “Watching me isnotJordan’s job.”
“Yeah but followingmyordersis.” I return his arched eyebrow. “So this is allyourfault.” I grin. “Like he doesn’t know how to saybasta, you bastard.”
