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“Wake-up call at five thirty,” Carter says. “Need to have you over to WFLA by six thirty to prep for their interview, the Today interview, and the MSNBC appearance. I got them to agree to film the morning one and the afternoon one on top of each other instead of making you come back to sit for a live shot later. Then to WTSP at eight for them and theirs. Fox affiliate at ten, and then back here for CNN and FNB at noon. Lunch up here, a nap for you, then a shorter round of afternoon interviews, including another live NBC Evening News spot.”

I grumble at that second-to-last one. “Can’t cut those bastards at FNB from the list, huh?”

“We’re not playing that game,” Carter says. “We’re not running a banana republic, and I don’t give a shit how crappy they are, they’re still getting press credentials. Pet, you need to prepare, too. You’ll be with Dray tomorrow, and he’ll be knocking at six. He’s got your schedule and will take care of you, along with Elise.

“Kevin Markos can go fuck himself sideways,” I mutter. “That fucking bastard.”

I still haven’t forgiven the guy for that interview. I don’t give a rat’s ass how well-respected the guy supposedly is—or was. His network is a shit-show, I think the man’s a garbage fire, and I hope one day he has an epic on-air meltdown like Steve Carell’s character in that movie,Bruce Almighty.

If he ever does, I’m buying it on DVD to watch on loop and show at parties.

If I thought Carter wouldn’t kill me himself, I’d love to buy www.kevinmarkosisanasshole.com, .net, and .org.

Yes, I absolutely would.

No, I’m not petty atallll.

I’m pissed off, is what I am, that the man still has a fuckingjob.

Rationally, I know Carter is completely right.

Doesn’t mean I can’t hold on to revenge fantasies. Like maybe the guy being bound and gagged on his knees while I cane his ass and then piss all over him.

Then again, for all I know, the guy might get off on that kind of humiliation. Why else would he whore himself out to a network like Full News Broadcasting if he wasn’t a goddamned emotional masochist?

Hell, when you can make Fox News look rational and moderate, you’re doing something wrong.

“Come to bed, boy,” Carter playfully says.

It’s that tone that finally draws all my attention. I let go of Carter’s belt loops and turn around. Susa’s looking up at me, and behind her, Carter’s smoky gaze holds mine. “Does Sir have something in mind for tonight?” I ask.

“Sir wants to make a pet sandwich before we collapse for the night.” He smiles. “I’ll even let you choose which position you want, boy.”

“Top.” I smile back. “I know how much you love watching me.”

The edges of his eyes crinkle in amusement. “I do love watching you fuck.” He grabs Susa by the hair and tips her head back, so he can look her in the eyes. “I would suggest you go get ready, pet.”

“Yes, Sir.” She sounds like she’s already dropping into subspace. He releases her and she hurries over to the bathroom.

Carter steps in close, pressing me against the window, his hands against it and caging my body. “Unless, of course, you’d rather havemein the middle tonight.”

“Mmm.” I grab his ass and pull him against me. Fucking Carter is a privilege I have to earn, not counting the night we frantic-fucked each other after the shooting. When it’s offered as an option, I usually don’t turn it down.

“But then how will you watch me fuck you, Sir?”

He nibbles on my lower lip. “Boy’s choice tonight.”

I grab his tie and hold him in place as I kiss him. “Then you know where I want you, Sir.” Although from personal experience, I can tell you being in the middle is no hardship.

I release him and he smiles as he starts stripping on his way to the bathroom. “Change of plans, pet,” he says as he disappears inside with her.

I quickly strip and throw the covers off the bed. As I’m sliding my cock inside Carter’s ass a few minutes later, I’m staring at the old scars covering his back, scars that no longer look as fresh as they did that first night in the dorm, but scars that always remind me who this man is.

He wears his soul in his flesh.

I’ve never doubted Carter’s loyalty to us because I’ve seen it in action in ways big and small.

I have the personal nightmares from that day in the school.