In a relative daze, I start to walk off the elevator, but one of the guards stays me with a hand on my elbow. “I think we should wait somewhere else.” He’s probably right, but…this is my boyfriend’s world. Should I get used to it? I understand he’s protective of me, but I can’t always be sheltered
By the time I get finished with the post-game interviews, I’m fucking frantic. I can see from the field that the family box is empty. Lights out. The stands have cleared. There is only one place where people are congregating—the home team sideline—and I swear to Christ, if the security team allowe
I sit huddled in the embrace of the cove, the wind carrying droplets of salt water and stinging my cheeks. The moonlight keeps the beach from being totally dark, but that didn’t stop me from stumbling and falling twice in the forest on my way down the path. I have blood on my knees and the heels of
“Right,” he says, the light going out of him. Like a candle being doused. He stands up, turns, and walks straight into the ocean. It takes me a moment to piece together what is happening. I watch dazed as he wades farther and farther into the water. First, his hips vanish beneath the inky black su
“I should be more worried about you,” I hiccup, my body pliant enough now to straddle his lap, Gage drawing me as close as he’s able, my jean skirt riding up around my waist, dripping with ocean water. “I want to warm you up, too,” I say, tremulously, scrubbing my hands up down the hard contours of
Five Years Later Belting my robe, I walk to the bedroom window and look down at the circular driveway, grimacing when a man holding a leather briefcase climbs out of an SUV. I am not happy about this. I hate interviews and I don’t like people in my house around my wife and kids. I give enough ene
It’s a fucking gift, just like every damn second with her. “We don’t have to let them all the way in,” she whispers, nestling into the V of my outstretched thighs. “Just enough to satisfy their curiosity.” I grunt, rubbing my face between her tits. “And then we come back to bed?” She hums, a trem
Eighteen-year-old, spoilt, sassy and sweet Georgina Harris always had everyone at the tip of their toes whenever she was near. Her father was a reputable, filthy rich billionaire mogul, and the outside world was filled with snakes of all kinds. Being the only child, Georgina had to be protected at a
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
I search my closet for a shirt, but I'm so frantic I can't find one even though I'm surrounded by them. I stop what I'm doing and close my eyes. I take a deep breath to calm myself down."Get it together," I tell myself.Too much has just happened. I lost my virginity, Ford told me he loves me, and
"This will only hurt a little bit," I tell her, hoping it's not a lie.I push forward another inch, and she whimpers, but I've never felt anything so fucking good. It's tight and hot and so goddamn sticky sweet."Fuck, let me in, sweet pea," I say as I press my forehead to hers and thrust in a littl
I've thought of our first kiss a thousand times, but every fantasy I came up with was weak compared to what it's like to have my lips on hers. She opens her mouth right away and I groan as my tongue touches her. I always thought the devil was the one calling the shots when he sent her to me. Why els