Page 16 of Release

See, there are parts of me that are irretrievably broken and have been since I was a kid.

Unfortunately, that also makes me a fucking good attorney and such an effective political operative.

Because I have very little conscience regarding the potential fallout when it comes to achieving an extremely personal goal.

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The other part of my plan that’s problematic is I’m not expecting the wave of jealousy that washes through me while watching George fuck Declan’s ass as the boy eats me out.

As in, part of me wants to rage, dive over George’s back, and shove him off and away from Declan.

Except it’s too late.

The boy’s enjoying this, George is definitely enjoying it, and I’m sort of committed to the plan.

Even the wave of heat that washes through me as George rips off his shirt before preparing to fuck Declan isn’t enough to stave off the jealousy.

Dammit, it’snotfair.

Why should the only thing to keep George alive be the most precious thing I own?

Again.

When doeshestart giving shit up forme?

I’ve got a hot news flash for George, though. If he thinks he’s done with public life after two terms in Nashville, he’s dead wrong. If I’m giving up my boy to him, George can damn well run for the US Senate and take me with him to DC as his chief of staff. That’ll position me in the halls of power and able to take care of myself for the rest of my life. I’ll be able to write my own paychecks as a political consultant, have the ears of the most powerful people in the country and world.

He fuckingowesme. Because without Declan asmine, I have no reason—much less any desire—to stay in fucking Tennessee for the rest of my life. The only reason I was here at all was Ellen.

Therefore, George is going to dance tomyfucking tune, whether he knows it or not.

Ellen willingly helped me manipulate George for my political purposes. She felt she owed me that much. I knew she still loved me as much as I loved her, but my girl was faithful to her Sir in every way he asked of her.

He never asked hernotto help me out like this, though.

Fuck yeah, that’s a loophole. I’m a goddamned lawyer.

I also owe Declan the fulfillment of a promise. Keeping George in politics is the easiest way to reach that goal, because it makes me politically desirable for people to talk with, to curry favor with me, meaning access to those I need it with. Because I’ve decided this year is when I’ll complete that little side project.

Before the election, hopefully.

I would’ve done it sooner but keeping George alive became my priority.

It makes me flinch when George starts slapping Declan’s ass as he fucks him, but from the moans I feel from Declan—moans that deliciously vibrate through my pussy—I can tell my boy’s in fucking heaven right now.

I start to come, and so does George. George also has a gorgeousO-face, sexy as fuck.

My girl was damned lucky for all those years.

I’d been letting Declan fuck himself between my feet, but I pull them away and the disappointed whine he makes catches George’s attention. I push Declan’s head away. “Good boy.”

George immediately pulls Declan up against him and starts jerking him off. From the possessive gleam in George’s blue eyes as he strokes the boy’s cock, my heart tells me my plan was maybe too successful.

Then when George kisses him and slows down his strokes, now taking his time to build the boy up…

Yeah. He’s hooked. George, but Declan, too.

Declan’s…gone. He’s completely given himself over to George and enjoying the hell out of this. I can only imagine the fucking the boy’s going to get later tonight, once he’s at George’s.