Chapter 14

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

GARNER

This time, I wasn't going to let anything stop me. Not fear, not shame, and not the irresistible temptation of Kenan Harper's kiss.

I pulled his thick cock into my grip and leaned in to taste the wet tip. The noise Kenan made went straight to my own dick, which was currently trying to strangle itself in my pants.

I fumbled for my belt with one hand while I proceeded to hold Kenan's cock with my other so I could kiss, lick, and suck it. As soon as I stretched my lips around the head, I closed my eyes in hot relief.

My tongue toyed with his frenulum as I opened my pants and reached inside to take hold of my own hard shaft.

"Fuck," Kenan groaned above me. "You're killing me. Show me that dick, sweetheart. Just like that."

I preened under his attention, stroking myself while pleasuring him. My senses were overwhelmed in the best way. I no longer worried about finishing too soon because there wasn't enough space in my brain for worry. All there was was want .

I wanted to come.

I wanted to savor the sensation of Kenan's heavy dick in my mouth.

I wanted to bring him pleasure and hear the sounds he would make as he came.

I wanted to forget everything else outside of this, us , what was happening in this space and in this moment.

His cock was hot and smooth against my tongue. When I leaned forward to take as much of it in as possible, I reveled in the sounds he made and the slight tightening of his fingers in my hair.

The sound of my gagging filled the room, and I hoped to god my private quarters were as soundproofed as I'd been told they were. I could only imagine what the Secret Service agent stationed outside would think if they weren't.

Early on, I'd worried that some people would automatically suspect there was something personal between Kenan and me, mostly because we were always together. Rather, he was always with me. He was a beautiful man, and many people assumed that would be an irresistible temptation for me.

I was embarrassed to admit they were right.

There'd been a salacious inference on a conservative late-night show about it, but then Kenan had been spotted the following week at a popular restaurant with a well-known member of the congressional staff. In addition to being well respected in her job, she was also well-known for being one of the most attractive single women on Capitol Hill.

Speculation about their relationship had blown up, not only among the talking heads but also among my own family members. Cat had called me to ask me what I knew about it, and my mother had clucked her disapproval.

"A Washington power player will chew that poor boy up and spit him out," she'd said, forgetting for a minute that I was a Washington power player.

"He can handle himself," I'd muttered. "Besides, he hardly has time for a personal life. If he attempted a serious relationship right now, chances are, it would crash and burn."

Maybe that had been more hope than reality. The reality was, when he'd asked for a few minutes to speak to me about his job a week later, my bowels had loosened in gut-cramping fear he was going to quit in order to pursue a real life.

A happy life.

A life where he was loved the way he deserved.

He'd sat down across from my desk and apologized. "I hope you aren't disappointed in me for interfering, but I couldn't stand knowing how the speculation about… about us was distracting you."

I'd stared at him. "What do you mean, interfering?"

He'd frowned. "By setting up that public date with Anna Cooperman and leaking it to the press. I thought… excuse me. I thought you knew about it."

I'd been so relieved I'd barked out a laugh. "Yes, I… I mean, of course I knew. It's all anyone's been talking about for the past week."

"Sorry, sir. Again, I should have come to you first, but I knew what you'd say. You'd say to ignore them. But I just…" He'd clenched his jaw and stared at me. "That wasn't possible."

"You're free to date whoever you want, Commander," I'd assured him.

He'd paused a beat and tilted his head before meeting my eye. "Am I?"

The question had hit the air strangely, as if it carried a world of meaning I was too dense to understand. I'd stared at him as the words slithered around my brain and heart… my conscience… trying to determine the right response.

Instead of waiting for an answer, he'd tilted his chin down in what might have been a nod, smiled too politely, and then stood.

"It's time for your one o'clock meeting with the joint chiefs, sir. I'll let them in."

Now, here, while Air Force One cut through the summer night sky on its way back to Washington, DC, the right response to his question came screaming into my head.

I pulled off his cock and stared up at him. "No one else, Commander Harper. No one but me."