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Five 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
"What the...?" I'm balancing too many things in my arms at once when I accidentally kick something at my feet. Backing up a little, I see a box in front of my door and sigh. I can't pick it up while I'm holding all of this shit, so I step over it and unlock the door.After I drop my messenger bag, g
When her knees part, I see the triangle of her panties and a strip that’s soaked through. Knowing she’s wet is one thing, but seeing it makes my cock throb. “Look how pretty this is,” I say, dragging my finger over the spot. She squirms, and I grin up at her. “Keep still so I can enjoy this.” I pul
“How did I not know you lived here?” She looks around the space as we step inside, and I watch her every movement. I always had Jasmine in mind when I was planning this, but I wasn’t sure until now that she would like it. She seems to appreciate the restored tile floors and the antique railing on t
Piccola Smith is done with the dating scene. In reality. She's had it up her throat, dealing with heavily flawed men, and being tossed about like she meant nothing. She knew her worth, and she wasn't going to let any male put her down.So, she does the next-best thing. Get herself a battery-operated







