“Yes, make sure you bring an extra to work. You can use my closet to store it.” He made his way toward the door to the right, which I assumed was the bathroom he was talking about, before he paused and glanced back at me. “You’re smaller than me, but my shirt will fit well enough. You can wear one of mine.”
“Are you sure?” I hesitated before I picked up my clothes from the floor and began to follow him through the dark wooden door and into a bathroom. It was equipped with a shower hidden behind a charcoal-tiled wall, a porcelain toilet, a marble counter with a white sink, and the tall closet he’d mentioned. The bathroom was dressed in a navy theme, with the tiles a gray, blue, and white pattern.
“This is nice.” I whistled in awe.
He grinned at me over his shoulder. “The perks of being me. The bathroom was installed under the assumption that the deputy mayor would be working long nights and would need a shower when he did.”
I nodded. It made sense.
He opened the closet and pulled out a suit covered in a loose plastic bag and hanging on a clothes hanger. “Here. The shirt in here should fit you. It might be a bit big, but not really noticeable.”
“Thank you.” I took it from him and laid it carefully over the counter. Unbuttoning my shirt, I watched him head for the shower. Clearly he was taking one before putting on his new suit. He crooked his finger at me, and I grinned, ripping off my shirt and socks before joining him. The warm water felt great on my sore back, and I took turns sharing it with Vane. We didn’t speak until we’d both washed up and Vane had turned off the shower again.
“I won’t be coming over this afternoon.”
“Oh.” I hated how disappointed I both felt and sounded. I liked the sex, probably too much. It was almost as if I was forgetting that Vane was another pawn to me, a means to an end. I had one desire in this world, and that was reaching the pinnacle of my career any way possible. Vane Elwood was a stepping-stone. I had so many reasons to keep my eyes on the prize.
“I’m busy,” he said as he passed me a fluffy white towel. I took it with a nod of thanks and began to dry myself off, focusing on the task rather than looking at him. He’d been coming up with a lot of excuses, and I didn’t think that was a good thing. If he’d lost interest already, it could affect my spot here in the office. “But I’ll be over tomorrow afternoon.”
“Oh.” Relief settled into me and my shoulders relaxed. I smiled. “What if I’m busy? Tomorrow is Saturday.”
“Cancel your plans,” he said without missing a beat. “If you want to rise in politics, Jaxson, you need to make sacrifices.”
They were sacrifices that I’d be more than happy to make if it meant getting another round of sex with that cock of his.
“Yes, Daddy.”
His gaze turned heated and he dragged me against his wet body. I grabbed his shoulders and let him haul me into a thorough kiss that left my cock half hard again.
“How am I going to keep my hands off you at work?” he growled.
I laughed. “Do you think Jean-Paul knows what happened?”
He snorted in answer and ran a hand over his wet dark hair. “Yes. JP is not an idiot. He also knows to keep his mouth shut.”
I nodded and tugged at the towel wrapped around my waist, loosening it until it fell to my feet, exposing my fattening cock to him. “Well… we could always go again? He can distract anyone who wants to see you.”
Vane smirked and grabbed me by my hips. He really did have a fascination with them. “Yes, he can.”
The next day, I did an unusual thing and slept in. Vane had worked me so hard—both sexually and in my actual job—that my body let me know I needed the extra time. When I woke up, I was ready for a relaxing day, at least until Vane came by this afternoon. Elsie messaged me to ask if I wanted to hang out, but I declined, which wasn’t odd for me. Usually I was too busy to socialize, which is why we often met up for lunch.
After I had a quick shower, I fell onto my couch and sighed, staring at the blank screen of the TV. I couldn’t quite put this thing with Vane into perspective. His kink was weird, not something I’d heard of before, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. The baby bump wasn’t comfortable and weighed a ton, but he rewarded me for wearing it by drilling me into the bed. I couldn’t complain when I was getting that kind of sex.
I snorted just as my phone chirped in a happy beat. I grabbed it and answered, “Hey, Dad.”
“Jax! I haven’t heard from you in weeks. Are you dead?”
My father’s deep but chipper voice made me chuckle. “Yes, I was murdered a week ago, and I’m now haunting my apartment, waiting for you to call.”
“Oh, goodie. I love a good mystery. I’ve been watching those Netflix shows, the whodunit ones. Should I come over and look for clues?” He chuffed to himself as though he thought he was the funniest man on the planet, and I couldn’t do anything but laugh along with him.
“What’s up, Dad?” I finally said after we finished chuckling at his bad jokes. I turned to my side on the couch and kicked my feet up, leaning back against the arm.
“Your mother’s been worried. You’re always so busy and never find time to visit us.” He went from funny to sounding displeased, and I knew the only reason he was calling was because Mom had been hounding him. She’d been lost since I left the nest, and I always told her to get a pet. She had—two dogs, three cats, two ducks, and five chickens—but even that hadn’t been enough to keep her attention away from her only child being gone.
“I’m an intern, Dad. I don’t get a choice.” Technically I wasn’t anymore, but explaining that to them would take too much effort. My parents weren’t stupid, but they didn’t like politics, either. As far as they were concerned, all politicians were corrupt. Maybe they were, but that kind of game was what I was good at. I liked the thrill of the cunningness of it all.
“We know, but you could visit us at least one weekend a month.” He huffed and his voice grew sterner. “You know what your mom is like.”
