“If he saw us with Yulia…” Kyle muttered, voicetrailingoff.
Jamie shook his head. “We’ll deal with it later. Let’s get outofhere.”
They left the party in a worse mood than they had arrived in, getting bundled back into the SUV and driven to the Callahan family’s Upper East Side home under the watchful eyes of the Secret Service. The two-hundred-level-megatall skyscraper towered over the biodome that encased Central Park, impossible to miss. Jamie’s family was staying in D.C. for the night since Congress had voted on a bill that afternoon, requiring Richard to come off the campaign trail. Jamie and Kyle would have the entire top five levels to themselves, not counting the paid help, though all Kyle really wanted was to go home to their condoinD.C.
Kyle would have returned alone, taken a train back there instead of the private jet since the trains ran nonstop, but Jamie had shot down that idea on the afternoon flight to Manhattan. They’d shared the private jet with Jamie’s assigned Secret Service detail, so their conversation had been limited in regard to the mission. Kyle’s cover as Jamie’s lover was being fed to the Secret Service by order of the director, which meant they could spend time together without worrying about being found out. But it wasn’t alone, it wasn’t private, and they still couldn’t be their trueselves.
At this point, Kyle hated having the Secret Service around just as much asJamiedid.
The SUV drove through the entrance to the private subterranean garage belonging to the skyscraper. A section of the parking spots was reserved for their private security on the private level the Callahans owned, and Jamie pointed their driver in thatdirection.
Jamie didn’t wait for the Secret Service to clear the area, merely got out of the car and headed toward the restricted elevator with Kyle at his side. A small group of men and women from the Callahans’ private security were waiting to meet their counterparts. The man in charge from that group nodded politely at Jamie before deftly stepping between them and the SecretService.
“I’ll escort you to the security control rooms,” he said, the tone of his voice causing Burwell to draw up short inprotest.
Kyle wouldn’t have minded watching the pissing contest between the two sides, but Jamie ushered him into the elevator with firm hands. Kyle didn’t fight him, letting the elevator doors slide shut, giving them some much-neededprivacy.
“Do we need to check in?” Kyleasked.
Jamie leaned in for the retina scan to get the elevator moving. “At somepoint.”
Tension pulled his shoulders into a rigid line that Kyle never liked to see. He glanced up at the security camera embedded in the corner of the elevator and wished there weren’t so many eyes on them. The quick ascent took less than a minute before they were slowing to a stop. The doors slid open and Kyle got his first glimpse of the home that Jamie had grownupin.
The Callahan family home was decorated in a rich classic style that Kyle was beginning to recognize only thanks to his time spent around Jamie. The Callahans tended to eschew the over-the-top gaudiness of thenouveau richein favor of a more refined design, but that didn’t mean they skimped on thedetails.
The marble floors underfoot probably cost a few million dollars, and the art hanging on the walls in environmentally stabilizing glass frames topped out atpriceless. Every room they passed, everywhere he looked, all Kyle could see was a wealth he had no business being near—except Jamie wanted him here, so Kylewouldstay.
Halfway down the long hallway on the first floor, an older man in a plain black suit stepped out of an office. The butler inclined his head slightly in Jamie’s direction, white-gloved hands held loose at hissides.
“Young Mr. Callahan, I wasn’t aware you were bringing a guest. I can have a maid draw up a room on the guest floor for him if you like?” the manasked.
Jamie shook his head. “No need to wake anyone up, Chris. I’ll set up Kyle on my floor. Let everyone know it’s under restricted access whileI’mhome.”
“Of course. Goodnight,sir.”
Jamie kept walking, which meant Kyle didn’t stop. He did glance over his shoulder, only to see the butler had disappeared as quickly as he arrived. “Restrictedaccess?”
“Most of our home employees have been with us for years. Chris knows about me, as do some of the others. Restricted access means I’m here on MDF business, so they’ll leave us alone,” Jamieexplained.
“That’sgood.”
Kyle followed in Jamie’s footsteps through the hallways and up the marble stairs to the level he guessed belonged to Jamie. The same level of wealth was present here, but the master bedroom suite they eventually entered was muted in a way that spoke of Jamie’s personal tastes and not his mother’s. The attending computer turned on the lights to a dim setting as Jamie set the lock and soundproofing on the controlpanel.
Kyle barely got a glimpse of the room with its dark furniture, massive bed made to military precision, and a wall of plas-glass windows partially shaded for privacy, before Jamie’s hand wrapped around his silk tie and hauled him forward. The force of Jamie’s pull had Kyle rising up on the balls of his feet so as not to choke, meeting Jamie’s mouthhalfway.
The bitter bite of the kiss had Kyle wanting more, wanting to take whatever Jamie wanted to give if it would clear his head. He wrapped a hand around the back of Jamie’s neck, keeping him there as they kissed until they couldn’tbreathe.
Jamie turned his head to the side with a gasp. Kyle felt Jamie’s grip tighten on the tie and he swallowed against the constriction around his throat. The firm tug on that length of silk was something he couldn’t ignore and could only follow as Jamie dragged him down to his knees. Kyle went willingly, always, landing on the soft carpet with a sigh. He tipped his head back, the tie brushing against his cheek as he stared up the long line of Jamie’s well-built body hidden beneath precisetailoring.
“You said you were hungry,” Jamie said, dragging the thumb of his free hand across the seam of Kyle’smouth.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” Kylemoaned.
Jamie smirked, lust darkening his blue eyes. “You know what I wanttohear.”
“Please,sir.”
“I’m notstoppingyou.”
