LOGINFive years later..."How are you not used to this by now?" I take my eyes off the two agents to glance over at Henry. It still feels odd to call him that sometimes after calling him Mr. President for so long."They look at her," I growl. One thing I sure don't miss about the White House is having pe
Six months later...I bounce on the edge of the seat of our SUV about to burst with excitement. "Sweet pea. Calm down." I glance over at Ford, who is driving us home. He's smiling at me. He's let his facial hair grow a touch. I can still feel the reminder on my thighs right now. He's looked so much
July puts a hand on the president's arm and nods. "I like the sound of that. We're all out of here in six months, and I think I'd like nothing more than to raise your brother or sister with you nearby. We've got a lot of time to let this grow and plan the future."She looks up to the president, who
"The president is landing," the voice in my ear says, and I give Sloan one last kiss."We've got to go downstairs. Your dad is about to get here and I want to talk to Chad.""Okay," she says as she straightens her spine. She has more courage than I gave her credit for.Even after everything that's h
The shower shuts off and Ford steps out. He towels off and helps me down from the counter as if it's too high for me to jump from. He holds me as we walk out, and I see the blood on my bedroom floor and wall."I'll get it cleaned up." He kisses the top of my head. "You need more clothes." He smacks
Ford starts wailing on him, hitting him over and over. Two agents run over and try to pull Ford off him, but they can't. One looks over at me and I'm pretty sure it's the same one who busted us having sex. He looks at me and I know he's asking me for some kind of help."Ford," I call out. "I'm scare
“Why didn’t you tell me your father was broke?” Gasping, she shoots to her feet. She sways and I catch her up against me, so she won’t fall, swallowing a groan over the perfect contact, the smoothness of her skin, the way her little tits smash to my big chest. “H-how did you find out?” “He told
“You get it now. You get it.” “Yes.” My mouth is open against his cheek. I’m dazed, barely aware of where we are. Our surroundings. What day it is. “Yes, I get it.” A shudder goes through him. “You’re going to tell me every single thing about you. All right? Everything. Every like and dislike. Eve
Something is wrong. The first couple days of my business trip, Lia is her usual, incredible self when I call her at night or between meetings. Her voice is soft and inviting in my ear, she tells me she misses me, asks if I’m taking stress breaks. Late at night, she sends me mirror selfies from our
“Then why can’t you see how different we are?” My fingers pause on the final button. “What are you talking about?” She presses her lips together and shakes her head, so I prompt her again, desperate to know what’s going on in her mind. It seems bad. I don’t like it. I take her by the shoulders. “Ta







