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I sit back in my chair. “No confirmed connection yet to him funneling money to US-based organizations?”

“That inquiry’s still in progress, sir.”

Fifteen minutes later, Jordan and I are heading over to the Executive Residence for lunch and to check on Leo. Jordan doesn’t interrupt my thoughts as we walk, knowing right now my brain’s a muddled mess.

I’ve given orders that in seventy-two hours I either need proof to keep proceeding with our investigation of Belyaevskin, or they need to hand over all information they have to the appropriate agencies and let it go.

Jordan waits until we’re in the elevator to speak. “For what it’s worth, Mister President, I think that’s the right call.” He says that title as my body man, even though we haven’t returned to our default Sir and His boy mode.

I nod. “Let’s not discuss this around Leo,” I say. “He’ll have his hands full for a while. I don’t want him thinking he needs to be out there asking his sources for intel.”

Jordan nods back. “Agreed, Mister President.” That one sounds more like the kinky intonation, not just my employee.

Before the doors slide open I reach over with my left hand and give his right wrist a quick, hard squeeze and he drops me a head-tip like I would normally give him.

We’ll pickthisup later, too, also away from Leo.

CHAPTERSIXTY-SIX

With a full stomachfrom lunch and another pain pill in him, Leo’s sound asleep by the time Jordan and I return downstairs to the West Wing after a quick confab with the White House physician.

He assures us Leo’s fine, albeit in pain.

Most importantly?Notdying.

He’s also arranged Leo’s follow-up appointment at Walter Reed for his knee for tomorrow morning. Fortunately, Jordan and Casey-Marie easily adjust my schedule so I can attend with him. They’d already set it up as a light day because of filming the interview tomorrow evening.

I’m certain the sadist won’t be happy about my presence inconveniencing people at the hospital but Leo needs to give me this one. I won’t attend his other appointments, until the day of the actual operation to fix his jacked-up knee. I’ll send Jordan with him, though, and he can report directly back to me in case Leo tries to withhold anything.

At least this incident will give us something to talk about during the interview tomorrow night, in case we need to divert the topic.

I lead Jordan into my study, lock the door behind us, and sit on the sofa where I pat my thigh. Without hesitation Jordan joins me, curling up on his side on the couch with his head in my lap.

Smiling down at him, I scratch his head. “Sorry our cuddle time was interrupted earlier, boy.”

He presses his face against my abs. “That’s okay, Mister President.” Even his voice sounds different in this mode than it does when he’s Leo’s boy. Like the layers of masks protecting the core of his soul have been stripped away and I get the honor of seeing the raw and real man.

Unfortunately, we don’t have much time right now. I have a scheduled call in twenty minutes.

But this bonding time is important. Especially now, when we’re both incredibly stressed out beyond the norm.

“Show me,” I order.

I don’t need to clarify. He reaches down, unfastens his slacks, and pushes them and his briefs down so I can see the silicone cock cage in place.

“Good boy.” I scratch his head again while reaching down with my other hand and lightly tapping my fingers against the device, making Jordan softly moan. “I know, baby,” I coo. “It’s mean of me to lock you up but my fucktoy has been left to his own devices for far too long and it’s time I remind you what you are.”

His fingers close around my arm, holding me in place. “Yes, Mister President.”

“Besides, you enjoy it when I do this to you, don’t you?”

His grip tightens on my arm. “Yes, Mister President,” he whispers.

I keep up the torment until his cheeks grow flushed, his breathing’s rapid and shallow, and his soft moans sound borderline pained.

Which of course they are because the cage won’t let him get completely hard and from experience I know how uncomfortable it feels when that happens.

I’m also familiar with the mental sensation being locked up provides, becoming eager to please, knowing the only way I’ll get any relief is if my Owner decides to give it to me.