Page 166 of Governor

I’m also sure Carter’s dying to fuck me over this desk, too, but that will have to wait for another time.

Maybe tomorrow. Who knows?

Carter leans in and whispers in my ear. “Also, until further notice, you have unrestricted permission to fuck her whenever and however you safely can.”

My hands caress her ass before settling on her hips, and I catch sight of the tattoo on the inside of my right wrist, the matching ones on Susa and Carter’s wrists. “Thank you, Sir,” I whisper.

“You’re very welcome. In fact, I encourage you to find or make those kinds of opportunities as frequently as possible. Don’t worry about making her come when you do. Grab her and fuck her.”

“Yes, Sir.” I don’t even feel guilty about that. It’s life with Carter, and he always balances the scales, in his own way.

He bends down and whispers something in her ear that results in a barely muffled moan from her in the affirmative.

Carter returns to me, kissing me. “She’s under orders to submit to you, boy.” He nips my lower lip, which is risky, because if we get going, we’ll both look like we’ve barely survived a twelve-hour orgy. “Enjoy. That’s my gift to you for all your hard work.”

“For how long, Sir?” I’m struggling to take my time, but with her feeling so good, I know it won’t take me long to blow.

“Until I say so.” He grins. “I know it’ll be difficult to safely find time. I don’t want you to lose any opportunities just because I was on a conference call or something. At least for the next few months.”

That was said loudly enough for her to hear, and another soft, needy moan rolls from her.

My strokes take on more force, faster. “Thank you, Sir. And Ma’am.”

He nuzzles my ear. “Thankyou, boy. Love you.”

“Love you, too, Sir.” I kiss him this time, my lips slanted over his as I quickly chase my orgasm and find it. Carter swallows my whines as I tighten and spill and fill her with me.

Justme, this time. Not second place, not having to clean her up later and taste him and me together inside her. Not having to pull out and painting her body with it because Carter wants to test my control or torture me for funsies.

All me, only me, completely inside her. It’s a special treat he knows damn well how much I cherish. The man fuckingknowsme. He couldn’t have given me a better gift if he’d tried.

I stay where I am, my cock softening inside her, my hands caressing her ass. I squeeze, enjoying the way she whimpers and rocks against me, and I love the way her flesh looks white before pink fills in my fingerprints on her flesh.

He’ll get her later tonight, I’m sure. Especially considering the panty infraction. She’ll be lucky if he doesn’t tie her up, cane her, and then do orgasm torture on her for about an hour.

He doesn’t break our kiss but he releases her wrists and hair and grabs my head, holding on as he deepens our kiss, controlling it now.

Always in control.

Finally, he lets me up for air and pulls her up and into our arms so we can both kiss her.

He pats her ass and then points at my bathroom. “Go straighten your hair and your clothes. Leave the bathroom door open. Don’t you dare wipe up until you’re back at your office, though, pet. Let’s see how fast you can make it back there before Owen’s dripping down your legs.”

He grins.

The ire that flashes through her gaze as she starts to pull her skirt down says “fucking bastard,” but she’s more than smart enough not to add strokes to the panty punishment.

I love the glisten of moisture I see along the inside of the backs of her upper thighs when she turns, before her skirt comes down and blocks my view.

Marking my territory? Absolutely.

Nothing less than Carter has done to both of us throughout the years.

That’s part of the fun.

He arches an eyebrow at her. “Hey, ifsomeonehadn’t worn panties without permission today,someonewould have been allowed to come, andsomeonewould be allowed to clean up now like a good girl. Bad girls get treated as such. Now get moving, pet, before I shove you out that office door looking like the governor just fucked you over his new desk.”

A softmeepescapes her and she hurries over to my bathroom to straighten herself in the mirror there. Carter sends me to kneel where I was, back toPrimed. My knees aren’t happy about this, but I’m not going to argue.