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Chapter Forty-Five

Now

All of that was a really long and roundabout way of bringing us to today, here, right now, in my new office.

A new office we are in the process of breaking in the right way, if I do say so myself.

By “right way” I mean Carter’s way.

The only way that matters to me, and to Susa.

I needed you to understand the path I took over the past sixteen years to get here, to understand the man—Carter, not me.

To understand none of this would have happened withoutHim. Susa helped a lot, to be sure, but she couldn’t have gotten me elected without Carter’s help, the force of nature that he is, to drive me across the finish line.

I am thirty-seven years old, and I am now the governor of the great state of Florida.

I still can’t believe it.

GovernorOwen Taylor.

Fuck you, Mom.

I haven’t spoken to her in over ten years, haven’t texted her. I’m sure eventually something will crop up about that, now that I’ve won the election. Her whining to some willing ear that her ungrateful son has abandoned her.

I’ll let Carter take care of that, if and when it does happen.

I was happy to have Dad, Katie, Susan, Danny, Dawn, and Paul there with me on stage on election night. They moved to Tampa eight years ago, and Dad was a volunteer for my campaigns for the state Senate and for governor. Katie and Dad know the three of us are close, but we sort of have a don’t ask, don’t tell vibe going on. Susan, Danny, Dawn, and Paul know Carter and Susa as Uncle Carter and Aunt Susa.

I was kind of hoping seeing them with me on TV would give my mother a stroke or something, but I’m not that lucky, I guess.

Maybe that can be our squad goal for the re-election.

I’ll ask Carter. Something tells me he’ll approve.

Some of Carter’s sadism, and Susa’s ruthlessness, have worn off on me over the years, I suppose. I’ve had to learn them as political survival skills.

Right now, my first term as Florida’s governor is starting out on a sexy note.

My chief of staff has my gorgeous lieutenant governor bent over my new desk, her skirt rucked up around her waist, her torn panties stuffed in the front pocket of his slacks. He’s just pinched and bitten the insides of her thighs since he can’t risk spanking her in here right now. We don’t need people hearing that, or, worse, capturing the audio on a cell phone.

Now I’m being waved in by Carter like a hockey line change.

He moves to the side, to make room for me. He keeps a fist in her hair to pin her to the desktop. “Arms, pet.”

She dutifully moves them behind her back, and he uses his other hand to pin her wrists together.

He tips his head to receive a kiss from me. “This is your reward, boy,” he softly says. “You worked your ass off and I’m so proud of you.” He drops me a sexy wink. “Take what you want and don’t worry about getting her off. I’ll take care of her later tonight. She can wait.”

Part of me is tempted to fuck her silly, and part of me wishes I could spend hours teasing and tormenting her.

Reality calling—there are people in the outer office, and we’re on a very tight schedule today.

So I slowly swipe the head of my cock up and down through her folds, where she’s wet and slick and more than ready for me thanks to Carter having conditioned her body every bit as well as he’s conditioned mine, before I slowly sink inside her all the way to the root.

I have to bite back a needy moan. I want to savor this, remember it.

I know I’ll be getting hard every time I sit here at my desk and think about this moment, right here.