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23. Rabbit and Pigton
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2026-10-14 21:16:44
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In Bed With Mr. President 32. J.R.
Celeste’s POVTwo hours. Just two hours left to prepare for an impromptu billionaire dinner. Why do I keep landing in crazy situations? Why can’t I just manage this campaign unnoticed?Well, that would have been possible if the candidate’s father wasn’t so obsessed with his son’s position. Rude of me to say, but it’s true.I settle into my room, drop my handbag on the bed, pull out my laptop, and lean against the pillows. We’re supposed to be here for four days, including the fundraiser, and somehow, the trip is already starting to feel like a contradiction.What kind of questions would Jordan Rogers’ father ask me? That’s why I need to research him, Jordan, and the entire family I’m about to meet. I should have done this ages ago, when I first got employed. I don’t know why it’s only now, after receiving an invitation to his family home, that I’m realising how little I know about the people behind the Rogers name.Google doesn’t disappoint. Let’s meet the family.I type THE ROGERS i
In Bed With Mr. President 31. Mask and Manners
Celeste's POV Ciara's face fills my screen on FaceTime as I reach for my phone. "Good morning, sister, A.K.A. the Republican campaign manager."I almost laugh, but I hold it in because I'm watching the time, and I can't afford to be late."Hello to the original Ciara Ian," I joke back as I prop my phone against my makeup bag on the mirror shelf. I walk back to my suitcase, which is open on my bed, and start folding the remaining clothes."So, tell me, how does it feel being me?"I turn to see her smiling. "It's exhausting, you know. And it's crazy that no one has done a proper deep dive into my background.""I've said this over and over. Campaign staff are mostly temporary unless you're exceptionally good at your job and decide to stick around in government after the election." She rolls her eyes before continuing. "And that reminds me, it's only two months until the general election. If everything goes according to plan, we can get back to our lives."Emphasis on 'if everything goes
In Bed With Mr. President 30. Campaign Code 101
Celeste's POV"Campaign code 101." Sonia paces around the boardroom with her hands clasped behind her back, her heels clicking against the floor with every step. "Never let the public control your narrative. If they stop talking about you, give them something worth talking about. If they talk about you for the wrong reasons, give them a better reason." She stops pacing and turns towards us."Now, the internet trolls have finally found something else to occupy their lives, and I intend to keep it that way. We need a new event, a new location, and a strategy that puts Jordan back in the headlines for the right reasons."I stare at the presentation on the screen. A photograph of Jordan Rogers fills half of it, his ridiculously handsome face staring back at me with the kind of expression that makes me want to commit several indecent acts and then plead temporary insanity.I haven't seen his face in a week... seven days... one hundred and sixty-eight hours... not that I'm counting.I shif
In Bed With Mr. President 29. Sex, Lies and Snakes
Celeste's POV I just sent the president out of my apartment. The same apartment he got for me. I really do have the nerve, but it's the best damage control for now.I'm actually in deep shit because how and why did I let my vagina think for me?I run my hands through my messy hair as I pace around my bedroom. He's showered and found his way out, just as I'd urged him to. Now I'm left alone to think about the mess I've—no, we've—made.The dull ache between my legs reminds me exactly how deep he went. Damn! When was the last time I got laid this good?This is the first time in a very long time that I've brought a man home. Or followed one. Or whatever the hell the last hour was... with the damn president.Aspiring president, I mean.Where did he learn to stroke like that?My hands are still in my hair, making it even messier because my brain cells refuse to stop replaying the scenes. Every hot moment. My hands searching for something to hold on to against his chest. The way he didn't e
In Bed With Mr. President 28. In the Name of Eros
Jordan's POV "What have we done?" The words hang in the darkness between us, soft and almost lost under the sound of our breathing. I turn my head on the pillow. Did she just ask me that, or was she supposed to say, "Thank you, Jordan Rogers, for making me cum"? Her eyes are still glassy from whatever just tore through her body. My cock is still hard and wet from her, resting heavily against my stomach. I don't answer her question. Instead, I say, "I haven’t cum yet.” Her brows lift, confusion flickering across her face as she tries to decide what to do with that information. Then a slow, wicked smile curves her mouth. “Fuck me again, then.” I don’t need a second invitation. I roll on top of her, settling between her thighs. She pulls me closer, and I kiss her before either of us can think too hard about what we're doing. She’s still soaked from the first round. I pull away from the kiss, line myself up, and push in hard. Just one long, deep thrust that punches a b
In Bed With Mr. President 27. Mr. President in My Bedroom
Celeste's POV I won against Jordan. Crazy.Was he overconfident? Did he simply not believe I could beat him? Or did he just let me win?Hm. It doesn’t matter now. All that matters is that he'll be putting on a show in my bedroom.But what am I actually going to do with the president? Maybe I'll play with that enormous length my foot felt through his trousers. Or I'll call off the bet.Nope. Never.The ride back in his G-Wagon is quiet in the way that only happens when two people already know exactly how the night could end but are pretending to be shy about it.Jordan sits beside me, his rabbit mask still on, one hand resting on his thigh. I watch the streetlights slide across the windows in long, pale stripes."You still have time to back out, Mr. President." I turn slowly to face him."If anything, I'm a man of my word," he replies, his voice deep and husky."Fair." A soft smile plays on my lips. "I know just what to do with you."It's already past one in the morning when we reach
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