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I close the door and quietly snap the lock shut, watching Owen as I do.

At the sound, Owen freezes for a second before he turns, his gaze on me.

Always on me.

Damn, nowIneed to adjust myself.

I do just that as I grin and shake my head, walking over to pull him into my arms. “My boy’s popular.”

“Not with her security.”

I snort. “You noticed that, huh?”

“Yep. Kind of obvious. To me, anyway.”

“I’ve trained you well.”

“Yes you have, Sir.” Pride fills me at the playful smirk he gives me.

I lay a kiss on him, reminding him of all the sweet, loving things I can’t wait to do to him once we can sleep in on weekends anytime we want. I’m ready for a break.

I want to take Owen and the boys on vacation.

Susa’s dying to take over this office and get to work.

Me?

I’m ready to stand back and let my wife be the gloriously beautiful political beast she was raised and longs to be.

She doesn’t need me hovering over her. In this way, she actually prefers I’mnothovering. She doesn’t need me in the same ways Owen needs me, and I’m fine with that.

We have a very small window of time left before the boys start school. I want to make memories with them before then, Owen and I. They’ll always have Mommy, and they know that.

Owenneedsthis time with them. Especially since we have to be careful how we spend it.

His very heart and soul need it.

I can’t deny it to him. Hell, I can’t deny my boy anything. I never have been able to deny my boy anything, even if he doesn’t realize it. I might torture him for our mutual amusement from time to time, but, in the end, whatever he asks of me, I try to move the universe to make it happen, by whatever means I have to.

He wanted unconditional love, to feel wanted—done.

He wanted children—done.

He wanted to be governor—done.

He wanted Susa—done.

He wanted to be able to truly live serving someone who could appreciate all facets of who he is—done, and doing.

He wants the rest of his life to be as peaceful as possible, able to go on and enjoy himself, taking satisfaction that he worked hard and made good changes, helped people—in progress.

I lean against his desk, my hands dropping to his ass to pull his body tightly against mine.

Yep, he’s hard, too, but unfortunately we don’t have time for me to fuck him over his desk today.

Maybe tomorrow.

Or even tonight. We’ll see.