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“Jochi...” he moaned his mate’s name. The talented tongue of his snow leopard swirled around Jefferson’s slit before tracing the sensitive underside of his cock. “Suck me harder.”

Jochi raised his gaze. Those emerald green eyes of his ensnared Jefferson’s grey ones and he almost blew his load.Fuck.Jochi hadn’t been wrong when he said the intense, gnawing arousal tearing through his gut would be ever present. His dick twitched when Jochi did as he asked, and he grunted lifting his hips.

“Gorgeous.” He ran his thumb across Jochi’s cheek and shuddered at the pleasure coursing through his veins. “Show me your dick.” The words rolling off of Jefferson tongue were still so foreign to him. But, he realized something in the year they’d been together, his mate loved dirty talk and he loved to be dominated.

Jefferson snorted to himself. He didn’t have a dominant bone in his body, nevertheless he’d do whatever Jochi wanted. He glanced down and sucked in a breath. The crest of his mate’s erection had been wet, glistening with his precum. The dark-red and purple hue showing just how aroused Jochi had been.

A knock came at the door and Jefferson jerked. He stared down at Jochi who didn’t appear to notice. Instead, he guided the senator’s chair back into its place in front of his desk and continued to suck him. “Shh, bèndàn.”

“Jochi,” he snarled. “I can’t.”

A mischievous smirk tugged at his mate’s mouth when he glanced under the desk. “Isn’t it exciting?”

“Exciting?”

“Mmm...” Jochi licked Jefferson’s length. “Yes.”

Jefferson’s breath hitched. “Fuck. Keep going.”

“Of course.” The twinkle in his mate’s eyes held promise and so much more. Before they were done, Jochi would be in Jefferson’s lap, and he’d fucking his mate. The thought sent a bolt of lust through Jefferson.

The knock came again, drawing Jefferson’s attention from Jochi for the moment. “C-come in.” He cleared his throat. “Come in.”

The door opened with a wide swing as two opposing senators along with the former assistant to Senators Brawborn and Tory, stormed into Jefferson’s office. Senators Roberts, and Senator Beltran along with Mr. Diaz each carried a small binder. Their stern expressions should have killed any of the arousal pouring through Jefferson’s veins, instead, the coming confrontation only ramped up it, causing a rush of adrenaline.

“Senator Winters, we won’t take up your precious time,” Senator Roberts said as he unbuttoned his blazer and sat in the chair across from Jefferson.

“Yes, we need your help.” Senator Beltran eased into the chair beside Senator Roberts, leaving Mr. Diaz to stand.

“Gentleman, what could I possibly do to help you?” Jefferson shifted in his seat and bit back a curse when Jochi swallowed around him.

“Are you okay, sir?” Mr. Diaz said, narrowing his eyes.

“Perfectly fine.” He glanced between both senators sitting in front of him. “So, what’s this about?”

“As you know the trial for Holly Geithner has begun,” Senator Roberts stated.

“And, Senators Brawborn and Tory’s trial will begin in a few short weeks,” Senator Beltran added. “We could use your help in the coming censure and expulsion hearings.”

Jefferson snorted. “No, I don’t think I’ll be helping you.”

“You don’t know what we’re asking you for though,” Senator Beltran said, easing back into his chair. “For all you know we’re here to count on your vote for their expulsion.”

Jefferson narrowed his eyes. Ever since the auction and the subsequent findings in his internal investigation surrounding Senators Brawborn and Tory, he knew Beltran and Roberts were also involved in the PBH, just not how deep or to what extent. “If you were here about the vote, you’d have already asked for their resignations. Both of you have been Brawborn and Tory’s biggest supporters. What’s changed?”

Neither men said anything. Instead, Mr. Diaz stepped forward. The severe look on the young man’s face, didn’t intimidate Jefferson. He should be lucky he hadn’t been put into a cell right along with his boss.

“Sir, we know your history with shifter causes, and the fact you could be compromised. Your daughters are married to shifters, after all.” Mr. Diaz shoved the copies of his daughters’ marriage licenses onto the desk in front of Jefferson. “You also allocated three million dollars ten years ago to an orphanage—Leaving the Past Behind, to help orphaned shifters find new families. You can’t be objective.”

Irritation flared within him and Jochi pulled from his cock. Jefferson closed his eyes. “Excuse me?” He’d never once showed any preference. If anything, he did the work others should have been doing all along, but chose to turn a blind eye to the plight of those who were treated as sub-human or worse, weapons.

“We also know you are having a sordid affair,” Mr. Diaz said.

Sordid affair?Jefferson laughed. “Gentlemen, I’d have to be married to be having an affair. As my wife has been dead for some years now, I think you’re all grasping at straws here.” Jochi squeezed his knee. The jolt of reassurance focused Jefferson, helping him to stay calm.

“True. Nevertheless, we know that you have been having daily dalliances in your office for the past year. We know that it is a woman. We know that if others found out, your reputation will take a significant hit, and we believe your record will be scrutinized,” Senator Beltran said. “It would also be a shame if all of your grants and shall we say government philanthropical work was investigated, cancelling funding to those desperately in need during those inquiries.”

Jefferson glanced between the senators. They weren’t bluffing. They’d stop funding for those projects he’d felt were the most needed when it came to shifters and humans with abilities who needed shelter. Everything he’d done, every bill he’d written, every project setup and grants given had been checked over by constitutional lawyers, they were airtight and unbreakable, plus it helped he did everything above reproach. He sat back as best he could without exposing himself and blew out a breath. “I think you should reconsider this plot.”

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