Page 99 of Indiscretion

I help him finish putting himself back together and pull his pants up. Giving him an evil smile, I reach down and through his slacks I press my fingers against the spot on his thigh where I just bit, making him wince.

Cupping my other hand over his bulge, I squeeze. He’shard.

Dammit, so am I now.

Oh, well. At least I’ve distracted him. “Good boys earn rewards, pet. Just remember that.”

He finally gives me a smile I know is genuine. “Yes, Master.”

And now the rest of our day can continue.

This is more proof Jordan was absolutely right.

Elliot needs me.

At least somebody does.

* * * *

The rest of the trip passes in a blur. We’re both exhausted by Thursday night. After our return to DC, and with all of Elliot’s things moved inside his residence, the extra detail departs and swaps out for his usual detail, leaving just the two of us inside the residence. I lock the front door and set the alarm, so we aren’t disturbed.

Elliot has to be at the Senate early in the morning. I have a feeling he’ll hint for me to leave once I get him settled, and I’ve already steeled myself for that, which is why I leave my things downstairs, except for my phone.

“Let’s get you upstairs, buddy.” I’m exhausted, completely drained, both mentally and emotionally. All I want to do is put Elliot to bed so I can go home and…

Well, collapse. I’m taking the day off tomorrow. I scheduled that after this change in plans.

Except the thought of lying alone in my bed tonight, after three nights with Elliot, fills me with dread.

No Jordan there to pull into my arms and hear breathing in the darkness.

Elliot reaches out and touches my arm. “C-can you stay tonight, Master? Please?” Then he turns those blue eyes on me.

Relief so sweet it borders on pain slams into me.

This was the last thing I expected from him. Sometimes, my pet can surprise even jaded ole me.

“Of course I can, pet.” I cup his cheek and love how he tips his head against my palm, nuzzling my hand.

For a moment, the thought of cancelling the plane ticket to Tallahassee comes to mind before I shove it out of my head.

I want to focus on him and us.

Everything else can wait.

He’saskedme to stay.

I take him upstairs and quickly get us both naked and in the shower. For a few minutes, I stand in front of him, where he’s sitting on his shower chair, with our arms wrapped around each other and his head resting against my stomach.

For this all too brief moment, my world is nearly perfect. I’m going to start bathing him when he cups my ass in his hands and goes down on me.

He needs this, and so do I. “Good boy.” I run my fingers through his hair.

Going deep, he presses his nose against my pubes and then I know what he wants from me.

Of course I give it to him.

I’ll give him whatever he asks for, whenever he asks for it. I can’t deny him anything. Maybe that’s my biggest weakness.