So, I’m actually having a good time.

Despite what I initially thought of Austin, he isn’t half as bad as I thought he’d be. He’s fun, charming, and engaging … and surprisingly, he also seems sincere. He really does seem to want the best for the country.

Also, him trying to hide his erection was the cutest thing.

Yes, I saw it. Sort of flattered too.

Wouldn’t you be if some guy got hard for you and you still had all your clothes on?

I know what you’re thinking—I’m being fooled by a master manipulator. That’s a fair point, actually. I know how to spot these types from far away, but I just don’t see it in Austin … and that’s what’s really dangerous. I mean, he’s the President of the United States, and you don’t get to be the Commander in Chief without being a ruthless political operator. I have to be extra careful around Austin, there’s no doubt about it; I don’t want to fall for a person who doesn’t really exist.

Right now he’s driving me home, which means we’re riding around DC in the Presidential Car. Aptly nicknamed The Beast, the car is more of a tank than a limo. In front of us (as well as behind) follow a few dozen SUVs, part of the presidential motorcade. I shudder to think how much money the taxpayers are paying just because Austin and I decided to have dinner.

Of course, I should also mention that my apartment building now has a permanent security staff, headed by the Secret Service itself. Although I’m not the First Lady, the White House decided to place me under strict security measures, which really, I don’t mind, although it’s a bit annoying, it beats being beheaded by some jihadist asshole.

"Why don’t you spend the night at the White House?" Austin says, turning to the side so that he’s looking straight into my eyes. There’s a playful grin on his face, and I know that he’s toying with me. The press would have a field day if, just one day after revealing his fiancée to the public, Austin took her to the White House.

"Are you that desperate, Austin?" I tease him, offering him a grin of my own. "I am just your fake fiancée … you better not forget about the fake part."

"I’m not forgetting anything," he replies without giving it a second thought. "I just don’t see what that has to do with anything. Fun is fun."

"Fun is fun… Is that what you were thinking at the Sofitel Hotel? I bet the South Korean ambassador loved that line."

"As a matter of fact, she did," he continues, turning around on his seat, a fire growing behind his eyes.

"Good thing I’m not an ambassador then," I chuckle, looking out the window and avoiding his gaze. God, if I keep looking into his eyes, I truly don’t know what I might be capable of. I told you before, I might not trust him to be completely genuine, but his cut body and handsome smile… Now that’s something I know is pretty genuine … and dangerous too.

More than that, Austin knows how to use that tongue of his. He’s charming and seductive, and he knows exactly what to say and what to do in order to drive a woman completely insane… I wonder just exactly what other things he can do with his tongue.

I try to distract myself, watching the wide DC avenues roll by us, but it’s almost impossible. My heart is drumming loudly against my chest, and there’s a whirlwind of wicked thoughts dancing inside my head. And, to top all that, my pussy is as wet as it has ever been. I can already feel my drenched thong sticking to my skin; it’s so uncomfortable that I wouldn’t mind just taking it off…

What did Austin say? Fun is fun, right? Well, let’s have some fun then. I don’t want to be the only one going home horny and frustrated. Let him taste his own poison.

"Tell me, Austin," I start, turning around to meet his gaze once more, "I’m curious. How are you going to survive one year without women…? Without sex?"

"Maybe I don’t have to go one year without sex. You only said I couldn’t be with other women, after all…" he replies, his eyes roaming up and down my body, and I can tell that he has already started to undress me mentally.

"I did. I guess you found that loophole quickly enough," I chuckle, placing my hand on his knee as I do it. I take it off as quickly as I’ve touched him, but it’s enough to make a hard shape start to grow between his legs. Shamelessly, I let my eyes fall down to the bulging shape already tenting his pants.

"Like what you see?" he asks me with a cocky smile, not even bothering to hide his hard-on. His cock seems to be massive, bigger than any other cock I’ve ever seen, and my knee-jerk response is to tell him that yes, I love what I’m seeing.

"It takes more than that to impress me," I whisper with a shrug, narrowing my eyes seductively. "More than size, it takes skill."

"Well, you can’t criticize without trying it…" he whispers back at me, and I notice that his cock has grown even bigger with the prospect of some real action. And, thing is, the same has happened with my pussy; I’m so wet right now that my fluids are starting to drip down my inner thighs. If I’m not careful, soon enough there’s going to be a wet patch on my dress.

Usually I’m always in control of the situation, but with Austin … there’s something about him (or, rather, there are a lot of things about him) that just make me feel completely out of control. And that’s a feeling I’m not very familiar with. Call me a control-freak if you want to, but I’m always at a loss whenever I feel control slipping off my fingers. Except, right now, I don’t feel at a loss; instead, I feel ecstatic.

"Fun is fun, right?" I ask him, laying one hand on his knee and then allowing my fingers to make the hike up to his crotch.

"Fun is fun," he repeats after me, his grin widening as I rest the palm of my hand over his hard cock.

Well, let’s have some fun then.