I rest my chin on his shoulder. “I know, Master. One day soon it will be.”
Jordan’s in the process of hitting a high note when he turns from the stove toward the sink and catches sight of us standing there. He startles, letting out a shriek before laughing and removing one of his earbuds.
“Why didn’t you let me know you were standing there?” He walks over and kisses Leo, then me. “You scared the shit out of me, Daddy.”
“Sorry, baby.” Except the amusement in Leo’s tone says he’s anything but sorry. “We were enjoying the show too damned much to interrupt.”
And that’s when Jordan blushes, meaning my Sir is nowhere in the house right now. He’s all Leo’s boy in this moment and I don’t mind in the slightest.
He’s still fucking adorable. Maybe even more so.
Jordan drops his voice. “I honestly figured you two would be busy fucking already.” He leans forward and pokes his head out of the doorway to glance around and guarantee we still have the residence to ourselves.
We do.
Sometimes, it’s good to be POTUS.
Then Jordan kisses me again, lingering for a moment as he stares into my eyes. I see the sweetly soft hazel-green gaze of the boy who wants to cook and care for us and not the sharp-eyed, crafty, cut-throat politico who I cannot do this job without.
I want to bendthisboy over the counter and fuck his gorgeous little ass.
Apparently Leo senses that. He turns in my arms and, after noting my expression, he reaches around me, fisting the back of my shirt to keep me in place.
Smart move, because I’d already moved toward Jordan.
“When will dinner be ready, baby?” he asks over his shoulder.
“About twenty minutes, Daddy. I’ll bring it into the living room.”
“Bedroom,” Leo corrects, leaning back for another kiss from him. “And neither of you should plan on leaving it tonight once we get started, either,” he teases, a sexy smile curving those handsome lips.
Jordan’s voice takes on that breathy, needy tone that makes me want to put him on his knees right now and fuck his throat. “Yes, Daddy.”
God, that’s sexy as hell.
I suspect the boy will be sandwiched between us tonight and not a damn one of us will mind.
Although I still want my beating. I kind ofneedone, and these precious few hours will help bind my soul together to allow me to do my job.
A job I have to keep reminding myself more and more as of late that I literally spent my whole adult life working toward and wrapped my entire identity around.
Damn, I’m a freaking idiot.
CHAPTERTEN
THEN: JANUARY 20 — INAUGURATION DAY
What the hellhave I done?
No, seriously—what thehellhave I done?
Why in god’s name did I run for POTUS?
Worse, how did Iwin? Who in their right mind would ever vote forme?
I am a man of secrets. I am also a very bad man who got people killed and injured.
Yet the nation, and even the world, is assembling to watch me take my oath and step into the Oval Office like they think I’m a capable, functioning adult.
