The doorbell ringing made me sit up straight, and I shoved myself to my feet, storming over to the door and pulling it open. I was surprised I hadn’t ripped it off the hinges. Vane, the cocky bastard that he was, stood with his hands in the pockets of his pants, mouth twisted into a smirk.
“What are you doing here?” I snapped. “I told you not to come.”
Vane pushed past me, and I didn’t have the drive to yank him back out. He was still my boss. I closed the door and followed him into the living room, where he stared at the emerald couch with an impressed expression, as though he was proud of himself for getting such a nice piece of furniture. I’d slit my wrists before I told him how comfortable it was. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.
“You seem to forget that we have a deal.” He turned to me and crossed his arms.
“Youseem to forget that you’re the one treating me like I’m not capable of doing my job.” The words sounded childish to my ears and I grimaced.Fuck.
He sighed and dropped his arms again, letting them hang. “I thought I’d give you a break. You’ve been working hard.”
“So has Jean-Paul. Did you think about letting him stay home? It’s my job to work hard. It’s what I’m paid for. I don’t want special treatment because you stick your dick in me while pretending to knock me up.” I huffed out a breath and sat back on the couch, resisting the urge to cross my own arms and glare at him. I wasn’t twelve anymore. “I need to learn everything so I can make my way up in this world, and you gave me that chance. Having a break isn’t part of a politician’s life.”
He stared at me and something in his face softened. “You’re right.”
There was no apology, but Vane didn’t seem like the kind of man who apologized to anyone. I nodded anyway and waved my hand to the door. “Okay, we’ve said what we needed to, you can leave now.”
His eyebrows danced high up on his forehead. “Leave?”
I smirked at him. “That’s what I said. If you think you’re going to fuck me after that performance today, you’re wrong.”
He stilled, staring at me so intently I thought he’d burn a hole in me, and then he returned my smirk and I felt it down to my core. A burning, excited sensation built inside me, and my skin prickled and my heart beat a little bit faster. My cock was a whole different story, it nearly jumped from limp to hard in seconds, and I was surprised I didn’t pass out from how quickly the blood went south. None of that mattered, though. I wasn’t going to give in.
“Leave,” I said after he hadn’t moved.
His gaze slid to the pregnancy belly in the corner and his mouth twisted farther, as though he could read my mind and knew how much I really wanted him. Or maybe he could see the way my cock saluted him hello. Luckily I still wore my suit pants from the conference.
“Fine,” he said abruptly, making me startle in surprise. He stepped closer and caught my chin between his fingers, gripping me so tightly I thought he’d leave bruises. “I’ll leave for now, but never forget that you’re mine, Jaxson. Whether you’re like this, flat-bellied and fit, or whether you’re round and very pregnant, you belong tome, and will until our deal is done.”
My belly burned hot and my cock fought against the confines of my underwear, and it took everything in my power not to beg him to fuck me again. It was a ridiculous display of dominance, but fuck it was hot. My mouth parted as he released his hold on me and stepped back with that familiar arrogant smile back in place.
“I’ll see you on Monday. Maybe that’ll give you time to think about what you’ve said and apologize to your Daddy.” His voice was so low and growly that it took everything in my power not to spring up and kiss him, but then he spun on his heel and swept toward the door, opening and closing it behind him.
When he was gone, I let out a breath of relief. If he’d stayed any longer, I might have embarrassed myself. I got to my feet, my knees shaky, and exhaled long and hard. I needed a shower, a very long and hot one.
Mind made up, I stumbled to the bathroom and stripped off my cheap suit and tie, nearly choking myself in the process. Stepping into the glass shower, I sighed as soon as the scalding-hot water splashed my face. I closed my eyes and licked my lips as I thought about Vane and that voice, the deep, dominant tone that had my cock hard as a podium.Fuck yeah. Wrapping a hand around the hard flesh between my legs, I slid a thumb over my slit before I tugged on my cock, gently at first. I thought about Vane and the way he’d held me down during our fuck sessions, how he drilled into me and talked about knocking me up, leaving his seed in me. Everything he said and did seemed to have my body reacting. It was absurd, but fucking gratifying.
I leaned back against the blue-and-white shower tiles and chewed on my bottom lip, fist tugging harder on my cock. I imagined Vane getting on his knees in front of me, his dark hair wet from the pounding water and his mouth upturned in a smirk. He’d reach forward and tug at my balls, maybe even pop them in his mouth, sucking hard. Then he’d go for my cock while telling me he’d take care of me and the baby.Baby. As if I was actually pregnant.
“Fuck yes.” I groaned, tugging harder. It was difficult to imagine that me, a guy, would be pregnant, but the more time I spent with him, the more the idea wasn’t so terrible. What would it be like to be rounded with a child, someone two people created? Pregnancy had always been an ick thing to me before Vane—now it didn’t seem so bad.
I imagined Vane touching my stomach again, running his palms up the flatness, with his lips following with kisses, and I was so close that it hurt. Pleasure rushed through me. When I came, jets of cum shot across the shower cubicle and onto the floor, and it took all my power not to fall on my knees. Goose bumps covered my skin and I trembled through my release, groaning and whimpering. I couldn’t remember the last time I jacked off so hard.
I turned so my back was to the water spray and rested my forehead against the cool tiles. The difference in temperature between the water and tiles felt great and I sighed. I didn’t know what to do. I enjoyed the sex, and while I hated the thought of being bought, he still gave me what I wanted—a career jump. Vane was also hot enough to sin with, multiple times.
I groaned and slammed my head against the tiles. “Fuck my life.”
I spentSunday with Mom and Dad, and by the time Monday came around, I wasn’t certain I was prepared. I had no idea what to expect, to be honest, but I straightened my shoulders and walked in the front doors of city hall like I had every other day. If I’d taught myself anything, it was to be proud no matter what. Who cared if I slept my way to where I was? I did it because I didn’t have what most of the other interns had—money—so I used what I could.
Jean-Paul was at his desk as soon as I arrived, but that wasn’t unusual. I sometimes wondered if the poor man slept here.
“Good morning, Jean-Paul,” I greeted with a big smile.
He glanced up from the report he was reading and frowned at me. Maybe I soundedtoohappy, something I usually wasn’t at this time in the morning. “Hello….”
I gripped my bag strap tighter and nodded. “I’m here, put me to work.”
His eyes narrowed and he stood, walking around his desk while tapping his chin. Shifting my weight between my feet, I kept as still as I could as Jean-Paul studied me carefully, but either he didn’t see anything, or it wasn’t worth the bother, because he waved his hand toward the front doors I’d just come in.
