Page 3 of Governor

It’s a Carter thing.

It works—that’s all that matters. Countless times he’s put me into this position during the day behind a locked office door, but with my clothes on. Especially if it’s been a rough day and I need a quick reset.

I can think aboutHim, about what we have together.

It’s not a one-way street. Carter is loyal to us, always putting us first no matter what. That might sound odd to someone who doesn’t know the three of us. There’s a lot of bullshit out there about what people “should” or “shouldn’t” do.

Carter sets his own path, trims his sails, and we follow.

Loyalty.

When I first idly floated what at the time I thought was a ridiculous proposition—running for governor—it was Carter, and then Susannah, who had my back and were my most vocal and vicious supporters.

Loyalty.

She is my queen, my heart and soul, my sun and my moon, all rolled into one. My muse, my reason for living. I would kill or die for her if it came down to it. I would—and have—embarrassed the hell out of myself just to make her smile.

Loyalty.

All of these things I think of as I slow my breathing and my back muscles loosen, enjoying a break from the more formalPrimedposition.

Primedis always performed naked. Frequently for long stretches of time. The bastard extraordinaire takes great pride in sometimes torturing me while in that position, expecting me to maintain it.

Or expecting me to fail to maintain it, which brings punishment.

Win-win.

But that’s life with Carter.

I didn’t say I didn’t enjoy it.

* * * *

InLoyalty, I can hear what’s going on but, because of where I’m kneeling and with my head bowed, I can’t see.

But I can imagine, based on the sounds.

Her low, pained grunts as she struggles to stay quiet probably means he’s pinching or maybe even biting the insides of her thighs.

Which are now, most likely, covered with her own juices.

She enjoys life with Carter, too. We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t. While this is not a place I ever envisioned myself being, now that I’m here I cannot imagine being anywhere else.

I don’t even mean this office.

I mean with these two people, and especially with Carter.

Carter at his best is a loving, kind, gentle, compassionate, funny, brilliant, gorgeous, sexy man.

Since I consider myself straight, those last two are pretty damn fine compliments.

Carter at his worst is evil, sadistic, mean, brilliant, gorgeous, and…

Yeah, sexy.

It pains me to admit that.

No, I’m usuallyliterallyin pain when I admit it.