Page 6 of Kissing Kayley
My throat went dry. “Uh-huh!”
He nodded, glancing around again before speaking. “One condition. If we do this, we’re exclusively doing it. If you or I decide we want to end it, or see someone else, that’s it for us and we part as friends. No drama. I won’t risk my pension, and I respect Leo and POTUS—and VPOTUS, obviously—too much to trigger a scandal.”
I nodded. “That’s an easyyes. Especially considering I haven’t dated in too damned long and I suspect I’ll suffer a long, dry spell until Elliot’s out of office in just under four years.”
“We can explore and even have a relationship,” he said. “But while we do, I can’t and won’t serve on your protective detail. That’s a conflict of interest.”
“But we could arrange to see each other when I’m in DC, right? Or you could fly out to see me? I have no problem buying the plane tickets.”
I hated that I might have already veered into sounding needy, but so far this guy was ticking all my boxes.
“We could,” he said. “If we make it past one night.”
“Obviously.”
Twenty minutes later, after more talking and finding out his dating life had been as barren as mine, we agreed on ground rules and returned to my room. We managed to behave ourselves until we were safely behind a locked bedroom door.
I didn’t know where Vic had come up with the condoms. All I cared about in that moment was that he’d defaulted to using them without any discussions needed.
I’m not ashamed to admit I climbed that man like he was a damned tree and proceeded to hang on for way more than eight seconds. I had been single for a long time, and the fact that I was now part of one of the world’s most visible families—and I couldn’t trust the motives of most men who recreationallyapproached me—meant I was determined to enjoy the hell out of myself that night, even if only for the one time.
Between his skilled hands, talented mouth, and generous cock, Vic more than exceeded my expectations. Sure I own and use a vibrator but it’s sooo much better with a guy like Vic.
By the time we finally collapsed three hours later, with me comfortably snuggled in the crook of his left arm, he had lived up to his promise—I was thoroughly wrecked in all the good ways.
More importantly, he’d wrecked me in a way I’d never felt before. While I wasn’t a virgin by any stretch of the imagination, I’d had enough partners to know a damned good one.
He was the best by a mile, country or otherwise.
I tipped my head back to look him in the eyes. “Dude, why thefuckare you still single?”
That handsome smirk almost reminded me of my brother’s smirk. “Because I’m a Secret Service agent without time for a personal life. Most women want a partner who will put them first and be home every night. I wake up every morning not knowing when or where I’ll lie down to sleep at the end of the day. Or if I’ll even get any sleep that night.”
He nuzzled his nose against mine. “Case in point. This wasn’t on my bingo card for today but I’m not complaining.”
“Neither am I,” I agreed. “And I’m down for a repeat if you are.”
His blue gaze held mine for a long moment. “The only promises I can make you right now are discretion, honesty, and fidelity. I won’t play games. Until I retire, my schedule is determined by my job. There might even be stretches of months when we can’t see each other, depending on my assignments. And while it’d be tempting to ask you to ask your brother to have me assigned to your parents’ detail so I can be close to you, ethically, I won’t do that. Plus, VPOTUS is in DC, not Laguna Beach.”
I thought about my years of being alone, mostly because I couldn’t find a man who held my attention, wasn’t a douchebag, and who was okay with me putting my career first.
“I don’t want kids,” I admitted. “Not to mention I’m almost fifty. That biological window isn’t exactly bricked up but I’m not taking the storm shutters off of it, either.”
That earned me a chuckle. “Much to my mother’s dismay I’ve never wanted kids. My brothers and sisters are giving her more than enough to make up for my lack of paternal desires. I’m fine being the fun uncle spoiling them rotten and getting them hopped up on caffeine and sugar, buying them the noisiest toys I can find, and then sitting back and enjoying my siblings’ dirty looks.”
I laughed. “You sound like a sadist.”
“Guilty as charged.”
My fingers traced his right arm and paused at a long scar. “What happened here?”
“You want a good story or the truth?”
I laughed. “The truth.”
“I was running the obstacle course at Quantico during training. Going over one of the walls somehow I was lucky enough to find a loose nail and it gouged the fuck out of me. Finished the course, though. Medics yelled at me when I finally had it looked at because it got filthy and infected.”
“What’s the good story?”
