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I thought maybeJordan was already asleep when we return but after I strip and return to bed he rolls toward me without opening his eyes.

Leo, also naked, clears his throat from where he stretched out on the far side of the bed.

Jordan cranes his head around and when Leo crooks a finger at him, he rolls back that way.

Leo’s hand shoots out, fists Jordan’s hair, and eases the boy’s mouth down to his cock. “Dessert, slut,” he says. “Don’t get me off yet.”

Jordan lets out a happy moan and goes balls-deep on Leo’s cock, making him hiss with pleasure. “That’s it, baby.”

Polls in California won’t close until after 10 p.m. Eastern, but the Electoral College map is already looking pretty damned good. California will be a lock, we already know that. Ciro carries Pennsylvania, Ohio, Florida, Texas, and Michigan. When Mississippi and Alabama are turned blue by Fox, I already know this will be an early night. The exit polls show exactly what I predicted, that GOP voters either stayed home or voted third-party. That we flipped several House seats blue mainly because of reduced GOP voter turnout means the apathy effect will carry down-ballot results in our favor. A few Independent House candidates also eked out unexpected wins, meaning tomorrow morning there will be some heads rolling in the national party for letting Richmond disgrace them across the board.

Good. Maybe now the GOP will finally clean house once and for all and start focusing on issues important to voters instead of letting their vocal evangelical minority base attempt to foist religious mores on the rest of the country.

Not my circus, and damned sure not my monkeys.

I take over answering the phone because I don’t want to interrupt Leo and Jordan or make Leo try to talk when Jordan’s slobbering all over his cock.

By 10:30 the major networks have all declared Ciro the winner and report that Richmond has conceded.

I call Ciro and Ily answers the phone. “Yeeesss?”

I laugh. “Congratulations, Madam First Lady.”

Even over the phone I hear her beaming smile. “Thank you, President Woodley.”

“Can I bend your man’s ear for a moment?”

I know she’s not on speaker phone but still I want to watch what I say.

“Certainly. Here you go.”

Ciro comes on the line. “Mister President, hello.”

“No takesie-backsies,” I tease. “No returns, refunds, or exchanges. It’s allll yours.”

His turn to laugh. “Thank you, sir. I think.”

“Seriously, congratulations. You deserve to take over the office from me. And you know I’ll always be a phone call away, not that I think you’ll need me that often.”

“I appreciate that, sir.”

“I’ll tell Casey-Marie and Angie to release my statements. And I’ll understand if you’re late to work tomorrow, President-elect Bardales.”

“Thank you, sir.”

I end the call, shoot Casey-Marie a text, and then set the phone aside. With that completed, I shouldn’t be interrupted tonight unless there’s an emergency for me to deal with.

After I find the remote I switch off the TV and stretch out next to my men. “Let the fun begin.”

Leo pulls Jordan off his cock. “I’ll say. Distract the slut for a moment, please.”

He literally passes Jordan to me by the hair, waiting until I’ve taken my own grip on the boy to release him. I kiss Jordan while Leo retrieves the pre-staged items. I roll onto my back, pulling Jordan with me so Leo can access Jordan’s ass and get him lubed up.

My own cock finally twitches with a little interest when Jordan moans in my mouth and his erection rubs against mine where they’re pinned between us.

I force Jordan to lift his head and smile up at him. “That’s it, slut. Stick that ass out so your Daddy can get you ready.”