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
He looks past me, nostrils flaring. He hesitates. “What if the championship doesn’t mean anything without him there? What if he’s the reason I’ve done so well?” Silence passes. I hold my breath, waiting for him to say more. “We built this supposed career together. He was there every step of the way,
My thighs try to shoot together from the sheer force of my orgasm. The hands I’m using to prop myself up slide sideways and I almost fall, but manage to catch myself on my elbows while the monstrous pleasure undulates through me, ripping the breath out of my lungs and constricting those low intimate
Something hard is pressing to my bottom. I wiggle around on the large object, trying to discern its exact shape. When Gage grits his teeth and curses, it dawns on me. It’s his hard penis. He’s…aroused? I’ve read about male sexual response in my health class, though I admit I skimmed a little, it mad
“But I want to get an education.” His forehead nudges mine. “But I want you pregnant as fuck.” Is he serious right now? “Well you’ll have to wait.” He rips my skirt off. Tears the material straight down the middle, his chest rising and falling with dramatic inhales and exhales. His fist twists in







