Page 8 of The President's Passion
“Sweets...,” I groan, my head bobbing and she scurries to the floor, putting her clothes on and I’m too dazed and happy to tell her she forgot to ask if I was done. Trembling, she turns to me, her eyes glassy and mouth wetter than rain. When she catches the look in my eyes, her hands fly to her belly as if she’s trying to protect it from my obvious intentions and then she runs out of the room.
But she’s already given me an inch, and it won’t take long until I claim it all.
4.
Wentworth
I feel it as if she’s still in the room and the need for her remains powerful in my body. My eyes roll back in my head and I begin imagining her in my bed. In my fantasy she pulverizes me, grinding me between her thighs and licking her red lips as if knowing I’ll never just a take a sip of her.
I’m taking the whole thing.
Groaning, I fumble with my belt to give myself some much needed TLC. In my fantasy, Jackie’s just coaxed her tongue out and cupped her right breast, pulling it to her mouth to give it a sweet lick...
“Wentworth!” a voice snarls, interrupting me and I slowly open my eyes, brimming with annoyance. The sight of Kramer instead of Jackie is enough to make any man shrivel up and the intense arousal leaves me immediately. “What is the meaning of this?”
Straightening, I fix my tie and apply professional mode. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Kramer tugs at his white hair before flaring out with his hands and pointing at the window. “What the fuck just happened at the theater? That woman tried to shoot you and you decide to drag her across town, jeopardizing your own life and the future of this country?”
His eyes flare. “For what? What is it that you want with her?”
“I want her to be the First Lady and the mother of my many children, if you must know.”
Flopping down on a chair, Kramer turns white in the face. “Please tell me that’s not true before I kill myself.”
“It’s true. Now feel free to kill yourself.”
Wincing, Kramer rubs his forehead. “I heard from the help that you had referred to her as the First Lady. I thought it was a mockery on your side, never thought you’d be serious...”
“I’m serious.”
Kramer’s eyes flash. “She’s a terrorist!”
Aggravation explodes in me. “You watch your filthy mouth,” I bellow, pointing at him. “Keep those disgusting words to yourself and do not speak like that of my woman!”
“Your woman,” Kramer pants, “you don’t even know anything about her.”
“I intend to.” I’ve already ordered a file to be delivered on her and I intend to read the fine print. I need to know the psychology on someone like Jackie. She doesn’t fit the description of the common looney who would do something like that. There has to be a good reason.
“Have you fallen for her?” Kramer asks and I rise, pacing back and forth because no other man gets on my nerves more than Kramer. “Please say no.”
“And what if I have?” I say, shrugging. “It’s none of your business.”
“I’m the vice president,” he shouts. “Your decision affects me!” He points out the window again. “Do you have any idea what’s going on out there? You’ve caused mayhem by bringing her here. The whole country is in uproar...” Wincing, Kramer falls to his knees and clasps his hands. “Get rid of her, let her pay for her crimes.”
I grimace. “Get up, you look pathetic when you beg. And I’d rather take one thousand whippings on my bare back than have Jackie criminalized.”
“She pointed a gun at you and fired!”
“So what? She can do whatever she wants. If she wants to play around a little with a gun and risk my life then she may do so, as long as she’s happy.”
Kramer’s already long face falls, giving him the appearance of a horse that’s just witnessed a slaughterhouse. “You’re out of your mind, Wentworth. Don’t you see what she’s doing? She’s twisting you, controlling you...fuck, you’re letting her dictate you while you dictate this country.”
Sounds about right. I’ll give her all my power and she can treat it as if it’s playdough for all I care.
Crossing his arms, Kramer jerks his chin. “When you run for president again, I won’t have your back.”
“Get fucked, Kramer,” I drawl and he storms out of the room, slamming the door like a teenager throwing a tantrum. I rub my eyes, needing Jackie next to me to take the edge off. Everything feels so much easier when she’s around and I hadn’t realized how much I needed something to help me breathe.