Chapter Four

 

“How was your day?” Rowena asked.

“Aren’t you supposed to be relaxing?” I laughed.

I fell onto her fluffy white couch with my phone held tightly to my ear. It felt good to hear her voice, but I was grateful she wasn’t there to eye me up. One look and she’d know what I’d done.

“I am relaxing. I’m in a mud bath right now, actually,” she said calmly.

“My day was as expected. I got lost, found out there’s no training, and I’m already a week behind on the workload they gave me,” I groaned.

“Wow. So, they just threw you to the wolves, eh? Either they trust you or they’re testing you,” she laughed.

I knew the correct response, but I didn’t say anything. “I’ll let you get back to your soak. I have to go through a mountain of papers to create an event schedule for Adam,” I explained.

“Adam? Do you call him that in public?” she asked.

“No. Of course not. I call him hot pants,” I giggled and hung up the phone.

There was no activity on my phone as I looked at the screen. Adam had said he knew where Rowena lived, but there was no way he’d show up here. Was there?

 

I took a long, hot shower, hoping to wash away my sexual tension. But the streams of water flicking against my nipples and rolling between my legs just made me more frustrated.

My body craved Adam’s touch, not my own. My fingers lingered between my pussy lips, slowly rolling back and forth to part them. My juices were slippery, sliding my fingers inside my tight hole without effort.

I moaned, trying to imagine it was Adam who was playfully teasing my pussy. My eyes closed, and I remembered the outline of his cock, thick and hard. I pushed my fingers deep inside of me, two, and then three, but couldn’t satisfy the ache deep in my body.

My juices clung to my fingers as I pulled them from inside of me, letting them push against my swollen clit. The friction made my legs weaken and my lips part. The water rolled down my body, teasing my skin, flicking at my nipples like tiny hard tongues, and sliding down my back like a soft hand.

Waves of pleasure rolled through my body, pushing between my legs like a wild storm. My legs tightened together against my hand, my ass rested against the tile of the shower wall, and my orgasm released into a delicious, thunderous throb against my fingers.

The ache was still there, tamed, but not gone. I slipped into a pair of red, plaid sleep pants and a white tank top, and wrapped the towel around my head like a turban. The mountain of paperwork glared at me on Rowena’s dining room table. Might as well get some work done.

I selected an Air Show, a Special Olympics ceremony, and a triathlon for MS as my solid choices for Adam’s schedule, and was pondering between the other ‘maybes’ I’d stacked and sorted when my phone buzzed.

It was after midnight when I picked it up to see a text from Adam.

Adam: Open your door

I didn’t bother replying; instead, I rushed to the door, and peeked out the peep hole.

The two Secret Servicemen that followed Adam were standing on Rowena’s front stoop. I opened the door and they parted, revealing Adam in jeans, a t-shirt, and a baseball cap. “What are you doing here?” I gasped, quickly reaching for his arm and pulling him inside.

“I had to see you,” he explained.

Instantly, my body reacted with swelling, pulsations, and tingles in spots I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt come alive before. “What if someone has seen you?” I growled.

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled. “You’re worth it. To see you, like this, it’s worth it,” he said, his eyes moving upward and above my head.

Oh God! I still had a towel on my freakin’ head. I ripped it off, shaking my long, sandy-blonde hair out to fluff it up.

His hands were quickly on my hips, his mouth on mine, and his tongue warm and wild against mine. My craving returned in full force with a new, stronger hunger than before. My body rolled into his, pressing my breasts against his hard chest, and my pelvis into his thigh. He drove me wild, made me lose control. This couldn’t happen.

“No,” I gasped, pulling from our passionate embrace.

“You don’t want this?” he asked.

I couldn’t deny my attraction. “I do want it,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath.

Adam pulled me back into him, letting his mouth slide down my neck to the top of my breasts.

My nipples pushed hard against the material of the tank top, begging for attention. Adam quickly obliged my body’s pleading and covered my left breast with his mouth, sucking in my flesh through the thin material.

His tongue flicked at my nipple, and then his teeth clamped against it, tugging gently until I moaned.

“Adam. We can’t do this,” I insisted, pulling back away.

“I’m the president. I can do whatever I want. You can do whatever you want,” he said.

“I wish it were that easy,” I admitted, feeling my juices slide from my pussy and down my inner thigh.

His cock pushed hard against the denim, begging to be released and pleasured. My mouth watered at the thought of taking him into my mouth, tasting him, pleasing him. “Do you want me to leave?” he asked softly.

“No. But I think you have to,” I said remorsefully.

“This can be great. It will be great,” he said with a smile.

“One of us will end up the bad guy, and if it’s me, it’d ruin my career,” I argued.

“I think the American people would love to see me with you,” he insisted.

“Maybe so, but they may not,” I said.

“I’m not giving up, Quinn,” he said with a grin.

He pulled me in one last time, kissing me softly on the lips, and then the neck. “Damn, you’re sexy,” he growled, biting me gently on the top of my breast.

He stepped back, took a long look at me, lingering on my eyes for what felt like an eternity. “No. I won’t give up,” he assured me, and then turned to let himself out Rowena’s front door.

I missed him already.