Jameson
“Congratulations, Mr. President.”
Georgie licked her lips seductively, after draining every drop from me, and sat back on her heels, a playful glimmer in her mischievous green eyes. Somehow, we both got a second wind as soon as we arrived home from the convention center. I didn’t want to sleep at the hotel. Win or lose, I wanted to sleep in my own bed after an exhausting election.
I reached out and ran my hands up and down her curves, resting them on her hips. I tugged, propelling her forward, and she landed on my bare chest with a squeak. I sat up slightly, just enough for my lips to find hers. Wrapping my arms around her tightly, I turned us until Georgie was on her back. I traced a path from her lips down her neck and across her chest. I didn’t stop until I got to the waistband of her panties.
I looked up, our eyes locking automatically, and I grinned because this was exactly how I wanted to celebrate. Georgie and I just won the craziest election in the history of this country, and we deserved hours upon hours of celebration. We’d already endured a long day, waiting for election returns to come in from precincts across the country. Now, dawn threatened the horizon.
“Congratulations, First Lady.” I hooked my fingers around the thin lace of her underwear and tugged them from her body. Georgie bared to me made my mouth water instantly with desire. Groaning, I dove in and devoured her. I let myself have this one last taste of victory before it was time to begin the transition. I knew that in the next two months, our lives would be infinitely busier than they were now.
Georgie squirmed beneath me, a signal that she was close. She pushed herself against my mouth and I greedily accepted her offer, giving her what she wanted. Georgie shook and shuddered to climax, and then her whole body relaxed with a satisfied exhale.
I trailed light kisses along the inside of her thigh while she recovered.
“How often will we be able to do that?” Georgie asked breathlessly. Reluctantly, I left my place between her legs to crawl up next to her. I pulled her into my embrace, where she fit perfectly, her head resting just below my chin. “Lie to me if you have to.”
“I’m the president; we can do this whenever we want.” I hugged her tighter to me because we had to address the truth. “Things will be very busy during the next two months, though. Let’s savor these moments whenever we get them because they might be few and far between.”
Georgie sighed, and she moved to look up at me. “It will be a very worthy sacrifice.”
I leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “Enjoy the quiet, little darling, because things are going to get very noisy.”
* * *
“I’m going to ask Elias Garcia to be my Secretary of State,” I announced after only a few hours of sleep. Georgie hummed contentedly in the shower while I finished getting dressed for the day. At any moment, my press secretary would arrive, banging down the door, along with Sean and who knows who else.
I watched the silhouette of Georgie’s body move against the frosted glass shower doors.
The door cracked open and Georgie peeked out, her eyes wide with shock. “Are you serious?”
I nod. “He’s an excellent statesman. Truthfully, I don’t think anyone is more qualified than he is.”
I also couldn’t stop thinking about the awkward moment we shared after the debate. Did Republicans somehow coerce him into running? It was something that I’d thought about since that night. I couldn’t figure out his angle. Why did it seem like he wanted to be president yet didn’t want to win this election? I planned on discussing my thoughts with him.
The shower door closed, but Georgie didn’t let the conversation drop. “I think that will shock a lot of people. Garcia isn’t a Democrat. Aren’t you worried about pissing off the base?”
“I’ve always reached across the aisle to get things done. He’s the best. There isn’t a Democrat who is better.” I’m the president; I can do what the fuck I want, I mentally added.
“And have you thought about my candidates for Secretary of Education?”
I silently groaned. I didn’t want to have this conversation. She gave me her dossier on Maxwell Edison, her top pick, before the debate and only recently revealed her “Candidate B”—Lena Taylor, the head of the National Education Association. While Maxwell Edison was extremely qualified, I didn’t like the way she fawned over him like some lovesick teenage girl.
“Yes,” I replied hesitantly.
“Are you considering either of them?”
This was the part of the conversation I wanted to avoid. I heard the water shut off, and like a coward, I walked out of the bathroom before she could set her gaze on me.
“Jameson.”
I didn’t make it far enough away. Shit.
“What?”
“Are you considering either Edison or Taylor?”
“No,” I replied with my back still turned toward her.
“Why not? Aren’t they well-qualified? I took this seriously, Jameson.”
I cringed. “I know you did, Georgie. I appreciate all the thought you’ve given this. Taylor’s out. I’d take too much heat for choosing the head of the NEA.”
Lena Taylor, current president of the National Education Association, was too polarizing of a figure. If I didn’t care about bipartisanship and only wanted to pander to my base, then she’d be a good pick. But that’s not who I was as a politician. And it’s not who I wanted to be as
president.
“And what about Edison?” I closed my eyes for a brief second and then sat down on the edge of the bed. I looked up at Georgie, who stood defensively in the doorway with a towel wrapped around her body, indignation written all over her face.
I had a feeling Max Edison was going to be a sticking point. He was the Secretary of Education for California and had radically transformed their public education system. He was also young for someone in that position. And handsome. The caveman in me growled with possessiveness. I didn’t want what was mine anywhere near him.
“Edison is a good pick, but…” I trailed off. I didn’t really have a good reason.
“But what? Edison is a true reformer. He did the impossible, and now, you have the opportunity to let him do that on a much grander scale. This is what education needs, Jameson.”
God, I hated it when she got all passionate on me. She was irresistible when she became so fervent, and it didn’t help that she was currently staring at me wearing next to nothing. “Fine,” I conceded. “We’ll start vetting him. But one skeleton, and he’s done.”
“Thank you, Jameson.”
“You’re welcome. Now, put on some goddamn clothes, or we’ll never make it to all the press conferences and shit scheduled for today.”