Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
She hums, way too innocent to catch my meaning, thank God. “Then I think you’ll have to start with his cult classic—peaches and cream.”
“Yeah, I could go for some of that right now,” I say under my breath, barely holding on to my control. Distract yourself from how perfectly she fits in your arms. If one of the agents turned around right now, I’m sure there wouldn’t be any leaks to the press about President McAlister cuddling his youth council secretary—they’re way too discreet for that—but I’d probably lose some of their respect. Honor and respect are everything where I come from. Where I’ve been throughout my life. Still, I can’t seem to let her go. “What’s your favorite crepe on the menu?”
“I like the tropical flavors,” she says, lifting her head, and fuck, I’m so ruined with those big blue eyes trained on me, my heart booming and sawing in my ribcage. “Like banana and mango.” Her gaze travels down to my mouth. “Although the mango can get so sticky, you know?”
“Sticky,” I echo, mentally already buried inside of her up to my balls. “Sounds like you’re a messy girl, Eloise.”
“Am I?” We gravitate closer until I can feel her sweet breath on my mouth, our foreheads a hint away from touching, her incredible ass pushing down on my cock, bouncing up and down every so often, due to the turbulence. Then, “I haven’t had the chance to find out if I’m a messy girl or not, sir,” she says. “I’ve been waiting.”
If I’m not mistaken, the living, breathing temptation on my lap just informed me she’s a virgin and she’s been waiting for me to do something about it. And quote me on this, there isn’t a red-blooded man alive who could keep himself from kissing a woman when she says something that sexually charged to your face, especially when she’s wearing thigh-high stockings and a short skirt.
“Fuck it,” I pant, cradling the petal-soft side of her face and going in for the kill—and within a split second, her mouth ends up killing me instead. I’m a victim and a conqueror all at once. She’s so goddamn succulent, all I can think is peaches and her unfucked pussy dripping all over my chin as I lick hungrily into her mouth to massage her tongue, raking my mouth up, down, pulling away a centimeter to tease her, growling with satisfaction when she follows and drags my face back down, opening her mouth eagerly, her ass restless on my cock, circling and rubbing, driving me to the fucking brink. “Keep your hips still, angel, or I’ll need to change my pants,” I growl against her ear.
She stares back at me, delirious, eyes glazed. “Tell me how to serve you, sir.”
This is a dream. This has to be a dream. “Let’s get one thing straight, Eloise. If we slept together, you’d be the first to get served.” I run my thumb across her cheekbone, humbled when she leans into my touch, so trusting. “I’m just a man. Not some god to be served. A real man is man enough to serve his woman. Don’t ever forget that.”
Eloise looks deep in thought for a moment, then nods, our mouths sliding back together, opening to let our tongues meet and indulge. Swear to Christ, there is nothing hotter on this earth than this girl and her sense of wonder, her open enjoyment of every stroke, every nuzzle of our noses and lips—and fuck, it’s not long until she’s turned on like a V8 engine, growing more confident by the second, her palms riding up and down my pecs, fingers tugging on my hair, her body twisting as if she’d straddle me with the slightest encouragement. Hell, even I am beginning to forget we’re in the company of the Secret Service, that flesh between her thighs calling my fucking name.
“Tell me it’s wet,” I demand, slanting my mouth over hers. “Tell me it’s so fucking wet and you’re thinking about me pushing your legs open and licking it.”
Bedroom eyes blink slowly at me, the tip of her tongue tracing the swell of my bottom lip. “Just thinking about you makes me wet, s-so you imagine what it’s like right now.” I’m pretty sure my brain is already leaking out of my ears, but then she adds, “Don’t worry. I brought five changes of panties, Mr. President.” She bites her lip, having the nerve to blush like a schoolgirl. “I know what being around you does to me.”
Horny doesn’t begin to describe me right now.
This is scorched earth. My cock is curved and throbbing. I’m sweating under my clothes. Despite the fact that I would use my mouth on Eloise before I even considered taking my dick out, I can’t help but imagine railing her with a vengeance up against a goddamn wall, her pink toenails digging into my ass while she calls me Mr. President. I could take her into the bathroom right now and—