“Is it about assassinating someone?”
“Don’t believe everything you see in films. We don’t get three kills per parliament.”
Milo snorted.
“Hargreaves is going for it as well.”
“That’s hardly a secret, and isn’t your chair going to make each candidate have to get the backing of a hundred MPs?”
“Who told you that?”
“Try looking on the internet sometime.”
“A lot of that is hearsay and conjecture, and there’s been nothing mentioned about the leadership contest. She hasn’t even resigned yet. If she’s even going to.”
“You don’t need to be a politician with me. I know there’s a lot of shit online, but if you know how to sift through all the clutter, find the patterns, you get the true story.”
“I thought you weren’t a journalist.”
“Patrick knows I love doing research, so he’ll ask me to find out what people are saying online. The difference being that he doesn’t print it without evidence.”
“That’s true. Well, the reason I need to be careful about coming out is that if it goes to a party member vote, he’ll almost certainly win.”
“Are you serious?”
He nodded.
“Fuck. Kieran would have a stroke.”
“Who’s Kieran?” he asked, with a slight edge to his voice.
“One of my flatmates. Are you jealous?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
Milo laughed. There were still a lot of things they needed to talk about, but politics was not one of them. Besides, it was becoming increasingly difficult to sit across from Edward when he was dressed all casual. His muscular arms were on display, the hair on his chest poked out of the V-neck, especially when he smiled or laughed... God, the man was more than a simple silver fox; he was fucking hot.
“You’ve got that look on your face again,” said Edward.
“What look?”
“The one you had before. What are you thinking about?”
“Honestly?”
“Please.”
The blood rushed to his cock with that one simple word.
“I was imagining what it would feel like to rub my cockagainst your stubble when you’re kneeling in front of me, with your mouth watering at the thought of me fucking your throat.”
Edward’s eyes widened in shock, but there was heat in them. He liked the idea. Should Milo push it more? Before he could say anything, Edward took the mug out of Milo’s hands and put it on the side with his own. He got down on the floor and kneeled between Milo’s legs. Their eyes locked, and it was clear he was waiting for instructions, so Milo stood up.
“Take my trousers off.”
He sucked in a sharp breath before he fumbled with Milo’s belt. Was he nervous or turned on? Milo didn’t say anything. He was already rock hard, so if Edward took his time before getting his mouth on Milo, that might be a good thing.
He felt instant relief once his cock sprang free, as Edward yanked his jeans and boxers down in one go.
