Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

KENAN

Seeing the president on his knees for me nearly made me come in my pants. I defy anyone to imagine a power fantasy hotter than having this beautiful man at their feet, cheeks stained red from embarrassment and lips moist from nervous swipes of his tongue.

It was hotter even than all the times I'd imagined it.

"You locked the door?"

I nodded and reached out to run my fingers through his hair, displacing the carefully styled blond waves until he looked properly disheveled.

His eyes were the same green depths, but now the waves were stormy with fear.

I debated how much to tell him, but I couldn't let him enter into this unless I had his full understanding and consent.

"Let yourself have this," I murmured, brushing my thumb across his cheek. "When was the last time you had sex?"

I already suspected the answer, but I asked it anyway. He needed to hear himself say it.

"Five years ago. The night before I won the primary."

His ex had been scared off by the media frenzy. The relationship hadn't been strong enough to survive it, and thank god for that. Miles Farrow was an insufferable ass. It had taken him exactly three weeks to sign a book deal about his six-month stint as Garner Ashley's most serious public relationship.

Garner's campaign had barely survived the negative press, and I remembered wanting to put out a hit on the grasping, egotistical asshat from my duty station in Guam. His sister had emailed me about it, venting her anger at someone who'd always been known as a dependable "dead end" for gossip.

My rage had lasted for days, only ebbing once he'd won the election in a landslide victory.

And then I'd come home.

"Let yourself have this," I repeated. This time, it was more of a command than a suggestion. "You think you're above basic human needs? You think you're required to stay celibate because gay men should be held to a higher standard? Would you deny yourself a sex life if you were straight?"

"It's about trust," he snapped, finally showing his spine again. "How am I supposed to find someone I can get naked with when the last person I slept with sold me out?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Do not compare me to Miles Fucking Farrow. Not now, not ever."

He opened his mouth, maybe to apologize, but I didn't let him speak.

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you! You're the only person I trust outside of my family! I trust you more than my chief of staff, for god's sake. Of course I trust you."

I squeezed the tip of his chin between my fingers, enough to keep his attention focused squarely on me. "Then give me the real reason you don't want to do this."

"I do want to do this! I want it so badly I ache with it. How could I not want it… you ? You're… you're… Just fucking look at yourself, Kenan. Christ." His hand flapped between us. His face was so close to the front of my tight pants I could feel my dick leaking in response.

I felt my back teeth clench. "Then suck my cock, Mr. President. Do it now."