Page 204 of Indiscretion

And then, instead of fighting me, he’s pulling my blazer off me and we’re struggling to get each other’s belts and pants unfastened. In seconds, he’s naked from the waist down except for his socks. My slacks and briefs are down around my knees, and his legs tightly wrap around my waist.

Yeah, we’ve fucked in here before, but I’m not prepared today. I don’t have lube or a condom, so I spit in my fist and cup our erections together and squeeze.

He softly moans, his eyes dropping closed.

Releasing my grip in his hair, I remove his glasses with that hand and set them on the desk before I fist his hair again and slant my lips over his. I swallow every sweet moan he makes. It’s only a few seconds, between the two of us, before our pre-cum is giving me more than enough lube to easily stroke our cocks in my fist.

This is magic in a different way than what I have with Elliot. The second most powerful person on the planet willingly drops to his knees for me, and that’s fuckingintoxicating. It felt like that even before he was officially VP, because I know how strong he is.

Meaning that he trusts me enough to let go to me.

This boy gave himself to me, gave me his virginity, and in return he’s taken my heart. Other than the secrecy, and the juggling act with Elliot, everything I have with Jordan is so damnedeasyin a way it isn’t with Elliot. No, I can’t unleash my darkest sadistic urges on Jordan, but that’s okay.

Therehasto be a way to hold on to him, to keep him.

Bothof them.

Losing Jordan will gut me.

Except…

I know he’s right about Elliot. That’s not narcissism, either. If Elliot loses me, he won’t be able to handle the campaign, much less the pressures of the highest office in our land. Even though, all of his life, that’s what hethoughthe wanted, and he’s driven himself toward that goal.

Only now that Elliot’s here, so close to obtaining it—and now that he’s literally given a piece of his body in service to our country—he’s a different man. Transformed.

Wiser and sadder, seeing both DC and world politics from the inside in a way he never could before.

He sees what being president can do to a person’s private life. How it changes them forever, and frequently not in good ways.

The toll it takes on not just the president but on their loved ones, too. If they don’t have a solid, strong family foundation…

Well, just like Shae needs Chris and Kev.

Elliot needsme, at the very least. Without me running interference for him, he’s a sitting duck for Stella and her cohorts.

He might not even run if I’m not there to keep him grounded and focused and remind him why he wanted to run in the first place. Hell, if he remained VP after I leave him, it’d be a miracle. It wouldn’t shock me if he resigned.

The guilt on my shoulders if that happens would be…enormous.

Definitely not a weight I want to carry for the rest of my life.

I have enough guilt there already, right or wrong.

Shutting all of that out of my mind, I focus on the here and now, on Jordan. I devour him with my mouth, no longer giving a shit if it looks like we’ve been kissing by the time we finish this. I stroke our cocks together, loving the way he digs his heels into my ass and rocks against me.

I know he wishes I’d fuck him right now except this is real life, not a porn flick. I won’t fuck him dry. I might do many dirty things to my boy, but hurt him like that, in bad ways, is a threshold I refuse to cross.

Elliot enjoys it when I do dark, depraved things to him. When Iusehim. Something inside him needs that level of brutality sometimes. To be taken to a feral place and stripped bare of his humanity.

One of the things I love so much about Jordan is the gentle tenderness of his soul.

He makes me feel like I’m not a shitty human being.

There has to be a way to make this work.

Hasto be.

I refuse to give up on him, or us.