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“That’s it. Grind that sweet spot against my cock and show me what a good little fucktoy you are.”

His head drops to my shoulder as he twists and rocks on me, a beautifully obscene dance only the two of us share.

It also puts his right ear next to my mouth, where I can nip his daith piercing. “Next time you visit Leo, I’m going to bend you over my desk first and breed that slutty ass of yours so he has to take my sloppy seconds, and you’re going to beg me to do it, aren’t you?”

He gasps. “Yes, Mister President, please!”

“Maybe I’ll lock one of those cock cages on my little slut and not send the key so Leo can’t make you come. Make you work to earn it frommewhen you return.”

Another needy groan from him, beyond words now.

I tweak his nipples again, harder. “Who do you serve, baby?”

He’s found a rhythm that’s working for him. “I serve at the pleasure of the President.”

I yank on his nipples. “Not good enough.”

“You! I serveyou, Mister President.”

I ease up on his nipples. “Yes, you do, baby.” I reach up with one hand and grab a fistful of hair, painfully wrenching his head back. “Who are you?”

He’s beyond gone now. I’m honestly surprised he can actually speak. There’s been times like this where what falls from his lips is little more than gibberish and I pretend I can understand him.

He once told me Leo never gets him this deep into subspace and I can’t deny the admission hit me as very satisfying on multiple levels.

His eyes flutter open. “I’m the president’s eager little cumdump, Sir.”

Slanting my lips over his in a crushing kiss I feel him start to come, splashing all over my abs, and I barely manage to hold back my release long enough for him to finish. I grab him by the hips and thrust into him, holding his body tightly against mine as I spill and fill him and spend not only my desire but my need, too.

My need to hear him tell me he’smine.

I wrap my arms around him, holding him against my chest and neither of us speaking while we catch our breath.

We need to go take a shower but in this moment I want to savor feeling physically satiated and emotionally satisfied.

Maybe I should marry him and have Leo come work for me. Leo will never leave us. I know if I tethered Jordan to me like that he’d never leave, either.

But is that any better than what Stella’s doing? Using leverage to get what I want?

I mean, it has to be, right? I love Jordan, and he loves me.

It’s several minutes before he lifts his head a little and kisses the side of my neck. “Wow.”

Another wave of satisfaction washes through me. “Better?”

He chuckles. “I’ll let you know in the morning when I’m trying to wedge my chafed cock into my briefs.” He sits up enough to look into my eyes, his smile fading as he cups my face with his hands. “I promise you I’m never leaving. You’re stuck with me.”

I suck in a shaky breath but don’t know what to say to that.

He tips his forehead and presses it against mine, holding still as we breathe together for a moment. “El, I love you,” he says. “And I love Leo. But I belong to you, and you belong to me.Period.”

“Why did Leo warn me on election night that there might come a day I have to obey you, no matter what, even if I wanted to try to save him?”

He tenses a little and immediately catches himself before gently shaking my head. “Because who knows what will happen in the future? And he’ll always sacrifice himself before putting either of us in any kind of danger. He will always protect us, no matter what.”

“What aren’t you telling me, Jor? Is it about Grace Martin and Stella?”

He sits back a little. “I don’t know everything he knows. We don’t know what’s going on with Stella and McMurtry. We don’t know what The Family might attempt in the future to try to get their hooks into you. But I’ve got your back and you’ve got mine. Understand?”