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CHAPTER 24

Victor

Yes, I absolutely felt like crap that I had to leave her upstairs.

Except… duty called.

Literally.

I knew I could go to Leo and ask about him intervening on my behalf for her, cite the obvious family emergency, but…

That wasn’t fair to my fellow agents. I had responsibilities.

And I wasn’t ready to walk away from my career yet.

If I got myself bounced from duty for this, I knew exactly what would happen—I’d find myself no longer working at the White House, or on The Shift. I’d end up doing advance work again or be stationed at a field office investigating the newest creative ways crackheads tried to counterfeit money.

No, thank you.

We did get to spend one night together, the night after the funeral. Kayley flew back to DC with Leo, Elliot, and Jordan, and we locked ourselves in one of the third-floor guest bedrooms, where we made love for hours.

I didn’t risk spanking her; I bit and pinched and scratched and had to stifle her moans with my mouth as I made her come all over my cock.

Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, we snuggled, spent, exhausted.

She trailed her fingers across my pecs. “I could stay here a couple more days,” she said.

I deeply inhaled the scent of her shampoo, not wanting to forget a second of this night. “I’m flying out tomorrow afternoon with the team escorting VPOTUS to a summit in Ottawa. I’m the lead agent, so I can’t drop out.”

“Oh.”

I hated the quiet, almost pained way she said it.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“Stop apologizing. I’m fine. I’m a big girl.” But her hand had stilled.

This wasn’t okay, and I didn’t have a way to make it okay.

I thought about the paddles and rope and other implements I’d brought back with me from Montana, and how they now sat in the suitcase on my couch in my apartment.

“I should’ve brought your collar and cuffs with me,” I said.

“Why?”

I froze, trying to decipher that one fucking word. “I… I mean, it would have been quiet, and?—”

“It’s okay,” she said.

Didn’t sound okay.

“Baby, are we?—”

“Let’s go to sleep,” she said. “You can have fun waking me up in the morning and we can take a shower together before you leave, right?”

I nuzzled the top of her head. “Yeah, right. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Still… this didn’t feel… right .

It was Kayley who woke me up the next morning. She knelt between my legs and gave me a blowjob. Fortunately, I was able to stop her in time to pull her up on top of me to ride me while I played with her breasts and nipples.

“Glad you woke up,” she said.

“Not going to miss a second of time with you,” I said.

I wished I hadn’t said it, because a dark scowl flitted across her face before she smiled. “Mr. Super-Secret Agent Squirrel,” she teased. “Busy busy busy.”

She still bore some marks from last night’s play, and I sat up to put another bite over one on her left breast, not letting go until she softly whimpered and I felt her pussy contracting around my cock.

“Yeah, but you’re mine, baby.” I stared into her eyes, my hands coming to rest on her ass, where I kneaded it, slowing her tempo so I could savor this interlude. “And don’t you ever forget that.”

She draped her arms around my neck. “Then a certain someone better clear time in his schedule to visit me.”

I slanted my lips over hers, loving every soft moan I drew from her. “I will, don’t worry.” I nipped her lower lip. “You can come visit me, too.”

She stared into my eyes and I studied them, the brown looking dark mahogany in this dim light. “What about the campaign schedule? Won’t you be working that?”

Oh, yeah. There was that. “November,” I said. “We can work this out until November, right? I’ll be able to take time off then and we can talk.”

“I don’t want to talk right now,” she said, this time kissing me.

I rolled us over, me on top, and took over. She played with my hair and her nails lightly scraped across my back and shoulders as I took my time sucking one nipple, then the other, into my mouth. Back and forth.

To the point I finally had her squirming and begging under me, desperate.

“Want to come for me, baby?”

“Please, Sir!”

I knew we still had a lot of ground rules to cover, but for now I would accept that Sir and relish it. “Then get it, baby.”

Picking up the pace, I thrust deep into her, finding the rhythm that earned me the sexy little noises I knew so well from her. I couldn’t always make her come like this, but I had no problem going down on her if she didn’t get her joy.

This time, she did, her nails digging in almost painfully as she arched under me.

“That’s it, baby.” I nipped the base of her throat as I chased her, caught up, spilling inside her with a relieved groan until I finally fell still on top of her, my head resting on her chest.

She played with my hair. “Love you,” she whispered.

I kissed her. “Love you, too. I?—”

My work cell went off, startling me.

“Fuck. Sorry.” I sat up and retrieved it from the nightstand. “Belefonte.”

It was my boss. “Sorry, but we need you for SLOTUS duty this morning. Dannings was in a car wreck.”

“Is he okay?”

“Yeah, but he’s out of action for at least three days.”

I glanced down at Kayley. “I’m supposed to fly out this afternoon with the Speaker.”

“You still are. SLOTUS needs to go to the kids’ school this morning. She’ll be back at the residence by 1100 hours.”

I did the calculations in my head. “Okay. When do you need me there?”

“Where are you? How soon can you get to the VPOTUS residence?”

Shit.

I turned to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m at the White House. Residence.”

“Oh. I didn’t have you listed as on duty there.”

“I’m… not on duty. It’s a personal visit.”

He hesitated. “Oh. OH! I forgot Bookworm’s still here. Okay. So you can grab a ride with one of the guys?”

I silently grumbled. “Yeah. I’ll get moving.”

“Thanks.”

And he hung up.

Kayley was sitting up now, the covers pulled around her.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

She nodded. “I heard.”

I reeallly hated leaving it like this. “Kayley?—”

“You should get moving. You don’t want to keep them waiting.”

Fuck.

I stood, turned, and leaned in for a kiss. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

She smiled, and I hated that it looked forced. “I get it, Vic. I know the gig, remember? I’m going to roll over and go back to sleep for a little bit.”

I jumped into the shower just long enough to freshen up and quickly shave. When I emerged, Kayley lay on her side facing away from the bathroom, and I wasn’t sure if she was really asleep or not. When I rounded the bed, her eyes were closed.

Dammit .

With a sigh, I grabbed my go-bag and my phone and headed downstairs.

How long would she keep putting up with this?

Hopefully for a little bit longer. Ideally, I’d put in my retirement papers after the election. Sometime in the next few months between now and November, I needed to carve out a weekend and hammer this out once and for all with her.