The Forbidden Equation (Love Equations #3)

by J.R. Gray

“He’s not just my best friend anymore. He’s the President-Elect. Calling him by the title reminds us all of the responsibility and power that comes with the office. It’s entirely possible to get lost in the day to day of a job and lose sight of how important the work we’re doing is. He is the title for the next four years, at least.” The passion in his gray eyes when he spoke lit a spark in my chest. “We are here for every single person who voted for us, and also those who didn’t. I have to do right by them, so I can’t let myself forget.”

I could still taste him and that might have been the best and worst part.

“You wouldn’t pick, so I picked for you. I tried to go with duckling, but your father chose Owl and they have to be the same letter.” He grinned like he was all proud of himself. “What is my brother?” “Oasis, and your mother is Orchard.”

“I couldn’t imagine a better way to spend my birthday than running with you.” He slid his hand up my arm. “They're going to start looking for us soon.” “I know.” Stolen moments. I’d sell my soul for all the stolen moments. I could build a lifetime from them with no regrets. “And yet, I don’t want to move.”

My mother rolled her eyes. “Thank you for rescuing Liam. I don’t know what we’d do without you.” “You rescued me. I owe you my life.” I grinned at him, more truth in the statement than either of them realized.

“We can’t start.” His tone was apologetic, but I didn’t want it. “Because we won’t stop?” “For so many reasons, Liam. The willpower it takes.” He closed his eyes, posture not easing, nothing made easier by his fighting it. And it made me want him more.

“Right, so I’ll have to listen to Tal complain all day?! Again. Thank you.” I forced a smile to my face as I glanced over at my agent. Sometimes they ran with us, and other times they left us to do our thing keeping a wide perimeter.

“I want to feel you on the inside of my thighs all day, while I’m in class, and you’re sitting with the most powerful people in the world. While you’re looking my father in the eyes, I want you to know your cum is dripping out of me, and I can’t think about anything but more.” I don’t know what came over me, but it spilled out before I could stop it.

“Every time you say my name, I think about the noises you’d make with my cock in your mouth.”

I’d pushed myself hard this morning on a solo run, because if I didn’t self medicate with sex, I had to find the pain or I’d spiral again, and I was so fucking terrified of spiraling. But at least physically aching got me out of my head space.

His breathing hitched as I stepped closer. My chest tightened. I loved the effect I had on him even when I wanted to hate him. The tiniest gestures electrified my veins. Made the colors in the room brighter and changed the way the air felt in my lungs. I’d never get enough. Drawn to him like a bad drug, I couldn’t quit.

“You haven’t come until you’ve done it with a man inside you, filled with me, my mouth on yours, your cock in my hand. But I don’t want to fuck in the shower. I want to take my time with you.” My lips came in carnal rasps as I directed his hand to my cock.

“In the damn President’s Library, no less.” “I’d fuck you over the Resolute desk if we could steal the Oval to ourselves for fifteen minutes.” He dragged his teeth over his lip drawing my attention to his mouth. “I’d let you.” I groaned, ghosting my lips over his. “Don’t tempt me. I have no respect for my father and I’d love to paint your cum over his carpet.”

“I didn’t think I could love anyone else when I don’t like myself.” “You can, and you should. All that horse shit about needing to love yourself first isn’t accessible for everyone. It’s telling people they aren’t deserving of love because they have a mental illness. You deserve it.”

“Fuck, where did you learn how to do that?” He backed off enough to let me fall from his mouth, but didn’t remove his fingers, fucking me as he spoke. “You think only men have anal?” He grinned, smug as fuck. “And after seeing how you react when I’m inside you, I’m going to take every opportunity I get. Fingers, tongue, my cock. I’m going to be inside you even when you fuck me.” “Jesus fucking Christ, Matthew.” My cock pulsed between us. “I know how to make you feel good and I’m going to abuse the fucking privilege until you’re ruined for anyone else.”

The push and pull would be the death of me.