Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Deep green pools met my gaze as he nodded.
When I moved over the top of him and finally, fucking finally, began pushing my cock inside of him, I closed my eyes on a groan.
President Garner Ashley’s hole squeezed around me.
And I knew I was finally home.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
GARNER
I felt like a virgin again, all nerves and excitement. My hole stretched uncomfortably wide to accommodate Kenan’s girth, and I secretly hoped to still feel the burn tomorrow and for a long time after.
I clutched at him as he slowly pressed inside me. How had I gone this long without touching him like this? How had I survived this long without experiencing his hands on me, his mouth on me, his dogged determination to give me physical and emotional pleasure?
When I’d adjusted fully to him, he leaned over me and pressed light kisses to my lips and face. “You okay?”
I held his head and tried not to let my emotional overwhelm leak out of my eyes. “So okay.” I swallowed. “I love you.”
So much for holding back the emotion. When I saw the vulnerability in his eyes, followed by radiant joy, I knew I was lost. This was the beginning of everything, and I would find a way to make it work one way or another.
“I love you too,” he breathed, squeezing his eyes closed for a beat. “And I’ll do anything you want except walk away from this.”
As we kept our eyes locked together, Kenan began thrusting in and out of me, slowly at first, until I begged him to move faster. He changed the angle before speeding up, and I felt my eyes roll back. My entire body thrummed with need, and my balls drew up. I reached down to stroke myself at the same time he reached for my cock.
“Baby…” he urged. “Tell me what you need.”
Apparently, all I’d needed was an endearment spoken in his voice and loaded with affection. I came on a muffled cry, biting down softly on the meat of his biceps to keep from screaming.
I felt his muscle bunch against my lips as he gasped and grunted, shoving his body as deep into me as he could to ride out his orgasm.
His hot, damp skin was a magnet for my hands. I touched him everywhere, trying to map the contours of his body so I could replay this moment over and over again long after he was dressed and gone.
Because there was no way Kenan Harper, bodyman to the president of the United States, could spend the entire night in the president’s bed on board Air Force One.
It was one thing for him to be in here late at night, even for a few hours. For all anyone knew, he was consulting with me on my clothing, facilitating personal jobs like discussing needed appointments and errands, or simply organizing my personal effects.
But if he stayed in here long past the time I was supposed to be asleep… there would be no way to keep this interlude secret.
People would talk, and the rumors and speculation would move through the staff like wildfire. His private life would cease to exist the way mine had, and he’d be targeted even more by the press than he already was.
“Shhh,” he whispered into my hair. “Stand down, Mr. President. I promise to protect you. Please lie here and enjoy this moment with me. We can talk about the rest after my heart rate returns to normal.”
I ran my hands greedily back up his back and into his hair before turning to meet his lips. He was right.
Our reckoning would come soon enough.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
KENAN
Garner fell asleep in my arms. After getting up and washing us both off, I’d settled back in the bed with him for a cuddle. His head rested naturally on my shoulder as I tickled my fingertips softly up and down his back and across his shoulders. It took less than three minutes before his body relaxed more heavily against mine and his breathing evened out.
I needed to leave.
His fear had been palpable earlier, and I knew he would wake up and revert immediately to the man who’d decided early on to lock away all signs of a romance between himself and another man during his presidency.
And I would go along with it.
I would be the one person in his life who didn’t make demands of him. Who didn’t rush him. Who didn’t expect more than he could give.
Garner knew how I felt about him, and as long as he carried that with him, deep and solid in the center of his chest, I would be happy.
And I would wait.
I let myself have ten minutes only, and then I slipped out of bed and pulled my clothes back on before checking myself in the mirror to make sure there was no sign of what we’d done.