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I slid my arms around him and held on tight. “I have wanted you for a very long time,” I admitted between kisses.

“Kenan, fuck,” he said on a gasp as my lips and teeth moved down to his neck. “I can’t… I…”

I pulled back suddenly and glared at him. “Are we really going to have this conversation again?”

Instead of the worry and fear I expected to see in his expression, it morphed into self-deprecating humor. “I was going to say I can’t kiss you much longer like this without coming in my pants.”

He was so goddamned beautiful. I brought my hands up to cradle his face. “What do you want? I’ll do anything for you except stop touching you.”

His eyes heated.

And then he slid once again to his knees.

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.

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