Casey-Marie and Declan are the last ones in the room besides us. “Do you need me?” I ask them.
“Not right this minute, no,” she says. “How’s the First Gimp this morning?”
Declan laughs.
“Cranky,” Jordan says, making Casey-Marie chuckle.
“I’ll be right back.” I direct my next comment to Jordan. “Stay down here. This won’t take me long.”
“His chief of staff and a couple of staffers were up there a little bit ago,” he says.
“Good. Then he won’t want to start shit with me.”
Less than five minutes later I’m stepping out of the elevator upstairs. Housekeeping staff and Secret Service, as well as East Wing staffers, are moving around and going about their business.
Excellent. Lots of witnesses means Leo won’t want to draw their attention.
When I step into the private living room’s doorway I spot Leo stretched out on the sofa with his leg propped up. He’s involved in a discussion with his chief of staff and they’re intently studying something on a laptop. So I lean against the doorframe with my hands in my pockets and wait.
They haven’t noticed me yet and I’m enjoying watching Leo at work. Today he’s wearing a collared pullover and shorts, probably because they’re logistically easier for him to deal with due to his knee.
Normally he wears a suit and tie to work, except for the rare days he wears jeans and a button-up. To me he’s still as freaking handsome as the night we first met and the sight of him makes my heart twist in all the good ways.
He looks up and spots me standing there, his chief of staff looking and immediately straightening.
“Sorry, Mister President,” she says.
“No worries. I just need him for a moment before I get wrapped up in more meetings.”
“Certainly, sir.”
Once she steps out of the room I walk over to him and brush a kiss across his lips before stepping back out of his reach. “Mr. Walsh told me we need to have a little conversation.”
One eyebrow slowly arcs skyward and I struggle against my natural instinct to drop to the floor. “Mr. Walsh,hmm?”
“Yes. That is his name,hubby.”
Leo cranes his head to the side, looking around me to make sure no one’s standing in the doorway. Then he drops his voice to a whisper. “Did you banish your Sir to Siberia or something?”
My turn to glance around before speaking. “No, but I did give him specific orders after striking an arrangement with him.”
“Close the door, please?”
I walk over and shut it before returning, still remaining just out of reach.
He’s scowling. “What orders? And what arrangement?”
“He needs permission. He knows what for. Don’t get him in trouble with me because Iwilltake it out on him.”
“You forgetting about something,pet?”
“Oh, your pet’s still here. But pet has a pet of his own until I’m free of this place. The boy has to earn his Daddy time throughme. Play and orgasms have to be approved by me, and you don’t get to call red on our play.”
“What?”
“You heard me. He’s given me full control. No safeword. It’s his delayed penance for his jaunt to Tallahassee, and he knows it. If I need his Sir I’ll let him out of his closet for a little while before I lock him up again.”
He studies me for a long moment. “Yeeeaah, I’m going to weigh in on this one.”
