Page 180 of Indiscretion

It was a secret concession and acknowledgement Elliot could make for me, to show me he’s thinking about me and including me in his life as much as he feels safe doing.

We wander upstairs to the third floor, which feels chilly since the heat isn’t running up here. Two of the bedrooms hold the rest of Elliot’s furniture from his apartment, and boxes of other belongings he won’t need on a daily basis. At least this saves him money, because he no longer needs the small storage unit he had. I try not to think about how the sum of both my belongings and Jordan’s would also easily fit up here in the spare rooms. We share my small storage unit, which had been too large for all my things before Jordan. I suspect once we move his things to DC, it’ll be just right.

At some point, I should start looking for a larger apartment for us, but we’re both going to be extremely busy for the next several years. A larger apartment means more work to clean and maintain, and I’d rather my free time be spent with Jordan and Elliot. Not to mention we’re not far from the White House, and finding an apartment priced as reasonably as the one we’re currently sharing would be nearly impossible without adding an hour or more to our commute.

No, thank you.

Besides, my hope is that, someday soon, Elliot will finally speak his mind, publicly claim me, and then there will be security concerns to think of while he and I select our new home that will house the three of us once Elliot’s out of office. Jordan can live with us in the official residence once that happens.

Jordan will be happy anywhere, as long as he’s with us.

“His sister’s coming by tomorrow, isn’t she?” he asks.

“First thing. Stella and his parents are coming over for breakfast before his parents head to the airport. We need to be out of here by four a.m. because staff arrives at five. I don’t want any chance of someone other than Secret Service seeing us leave.” I turn and find him looking at me, his brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

“Do you want me to return to Blair House, now, Sir? I don’t mind.”

I pull him in for another kiss. “No. I want you here, with us.” I don’t know exactly what’s going to happen tonight, but I do know I want to fuck my pet. Even more than that, though, I want Elliot to quickly acclimate to Jordan’s presence in his inner sanctum. I need him to associate Jordan with calm and safety and trust.

And orgasms.

Hey, it’s worked for training my pet over the years. Don’t see why it won’t continue working.

We return to the first floor as I hear the detail pull up outside. We’re standing in the foyer when Elliot walks in, bids his detail good-night, and closes and locks the door behind him.

Jordan and I both have keys and alarm codes for unlimited access. Not even Elliot’s valet and housekeeping staff get the kind of access we have to him and his residence.

He smiles when he turns and his gaze meets mine.

“Hello, pet.” I pull him in for a kiss and resist the urge to put him on his knees right now. I know Jordan’s dying to receive Elliot’s approval. “Welcome home.”

“Thank you.” He glances at Jordan, then back to me.

I’ll give Elliot that one, not calling me Sir or Master, because he’s nervous as hell.

Honestly? So am I. I desperately want this to work, and tonight truly is the first tangible step in the right direction.

Jordan smiles and nudges his glasses up his nose. “Mister Vice President, I’d—”

“Elliot,” he quietly says. Elliot loosens his bowtie and I reach over to untie it for him.

“Sir?”

“When it’s just the three of us, please call me Elliot.”

My heart leaps at that. That’s a big step for my pet.

Jordan nods. “Thank you, sir.”

Elliot snorts. “You don’t have to call me ‘sir’ in private, either. That’ll get…weird. And confus—”

“Pet.” Elliot looks at me. “It’s all right. It’s a lower-cases.” I motion toward the living room. “Go look around.”

I motion for Jordan to follow Elliot and I bring up the rear. I know this’ll take time, for them to shake things out between them, and the weight of Elliot’s responsibilities won’t help any. But I’ll try to be as hands-off as I can between them.

Jordan leads him to the family room, where Elliot nods. “This is great, Jordan. Thank you. It feels…calm.”

“Really?”