Page 60 of Indiscretion

He pulls me in for another kiss. “We can go have breakfast together at eight.”

That shocks me. “Really?”

He nods. “There’s a place here in the plaza. Great omelets.” He smiles. “Just no PDAs there, please.”

That’s a trade-off I’m more than willing to make. “No problem.”

It is good pizza. After I eat my fill and he has a piece, he puts the leftovers in the fridge for me and then returns to lock us inside his room.

He peels off his T-shirt and joins me in bed, and, before long, I’m forgetting why I did this in the first place.

In my head, I was halfway convinced I was going to discover he wasn’t here, even though I had no evidence to the contrary.

I think I was also expecting him to angrily run me off, which would have made it easy for me to turn and walk away.

But right now I’m staring into the blue eyes I’ve become addicted to.

And his oral skills have definitely improved during our time together. I don’t have many vices but being buried balls-deep inside his mouth is definitely one of them.

Once we’ve exhausted ourselves and we’re snuggled together, I feel slightly guilty.

“Sorry you didn’t get much work done tonight.”

“It’s all right, Sir. This is a good distraction I don’t mind in the slightest.” He settles in. “Did I pass inspection?”

I snicker. “You sure did, baby.” I feel settled with him in my arms in a way that I didn’t realize I was lacking until now.

“I missed you, Master.”

My heart swells. I nuzzle the top of his head. “Missed you, too, pet.” I take another risk. “I have a hotel room nearby. My flight’s the same as yours tomorrow. I can go get my stuff and we can ride together?”

He snickers and kisses my chest. “Maybe after breakfast we should head straight there then for our showers and some fun. Can you get late checkout?”

Hope blossoms in my chest. “Yeah.”

I think he’s asleep when he speaks again. “I’m not going anywhere, Master. As long as you’re willing to put up with me like this, then I’m all yours.”

His lack of self-esteem in this way breaks my heart.

I nuzzle the top of his head again. “I’m not going anywhere either, pet. I’ll follow you wherever I need to.”

Elliot sighs. “Thank you, Master.”

Chapter Sixteen

Now

Watching Vice President Elliot Gerald Woodley when he’s “on” is breathtaking. I can’t explain it. To the rest of the world, I’m a nameless government wonk privileged enough to follow in his shadow.

Elliotismy world, however, and has been ever since our first weekend together.

That’sthe problem.

I don’t know how to give up on him, or how to let go.

Secretly, I always worry when Elliot leaves DC without me and travels to an event. Which is frequently, especially if Shae has a busy schedule and I have to be at her side.

It’s not only his safety I’m worried about. I worry about aides not being quick enough moving people along who want to cling to Elliot for reasons personal or political, or letting Elliot take public pictures with the wrong people, which can come back to haunt him in the future. Or they give the wrong people access to him and let them waste time bending his ear.