by Carter Blake
"Did you mean all those things that you said?" she asks. "Are you really changing the corporate infrastructure of your company? Are you going to help people?"
I dare not walk towards her lest she runs away. I still don't know what she's doing here and whether she forgives me.
I stand still and say, "Yes, Katy, it's all true. It's all because of you. Everything in the news is true. I'm doing everything I can to win you back."
She walks towards me and I feel my heart beat faster.
I see her face at last as she comes into view. She looks so gorgeous.
"But you betrayed me, Marcus. You were faking it all along," she says.
"Let me explain. You've never given me a chance to explain. At first, yes, I wanted to get inside information about how you and your former associates were going to infiltrate my bank. I knew I was your target. You would've done the same thing in my position."
"I never would've been in your position," she says with a scoff. "I would never work at a bank."
"But listen,” I press on, “I started to fall for you. Everything about our intimacy is true. I never faked anything besides my name. I wanted to tell you, Katy, but the timing was never right. I fell in love with you. I am in love with you. And I should've just told you sooner. I'm sorry."
I try to maintain my composure, but it’s difficult. I’ve never felt like this for anyone before and I know she hasn't either. Our connection is too real, too strong to be denied.
But she doesn’t say anything. She's silent for so long that I wonder if this is our closure, that maybe she can't forgive me.
"Katy," I ask, "do you love me?"
She slowly nods her head. Without a word, I wrap my arms around her. She tilts her head up and I kiss her more intimately and passionately than ever before.
"I never thought I would taste these lips again," I say to her. "I'm sorry, Katy. I will never hide anything from you again, I promise. And I'll do anything you want, if only you promise to never leave me. I can't have you out of my sight ever again. I need you. I want you."
She smiles up at me and says, “Then show me how much you have missed me."
As she says these words, her hand slides inside my pants to feel my throbbing cock and I know I've been forgiven.
Katy
I'm sitting in the dark, in my comfort zone.
At last, my life seems on track.
I'm still a hacker and that's how I like it. I haven't lost my identity at all. The police are off my case and there's a certain freedom in knowing that you're not wanted by the FBI.
I'm alone in a room with nothing but the light of my computer to illuminate me. I like to be alone and that will never change.
I'm hacking the security system of a bank—a very big one. It's what I do best and I'll never tire of it.
I'm also munching on junk food and drinking an iced coffee. All is as it should be. I haven't had to give up any part of myself for anyone.
I'm still just the same—untrusting of most people and trying to keep myself out of the limelight.
I prefer to be masked in shadows and darkness. I still know that I can get myself in and out of any situation that I come across. I am still as adept as ever at taking care of myself.
My life is pretty good and I wouldn't want it any other way.
What would I be without hacking, after all? This is my line of work and I wouldn't change it for anyone, not even for Marcus.
The great thing is he hasn't expected me to change in any real way except that I must give myself to him—body, mind, and soul—every single day.
He's the only man I've ever allowed into my private space, my intimate, self-sufficient circle of existence. And he deserves to have this because he has proved to me, in every way, that he is someone I can trust.
I'm in love with him now more than ever, and that love only grows every single day as I uncover all the layers of his being.
I never imagined a man such as Marcus could exist. I never imagined I could lose myself in somebody else's strength.
He's so in control and all-powerful that it's easy for me to relax and let him take charge.
It's the perfect balance. When I'm with him, I know I can let go because he will catch if I fall. My world has become secure in many ways—most of them mundane, but I realize what I've been missing out on.
I'm relishing my alone time and these moments in the dark when suddenly, light fills the room.
I look towards the door but I already know who it is.
"Hi, Marcus, what's up?" I ask, appreciating his gorgeous body in that well-fitting suit.
"Nothing. I just wanted to check in on you and make sure everything's all right."
I purse my lips before saying to him," Well, you're being a distraction. I'm trying to get some work done."
He's endlessly checking up on me, and I have to say I love it. I love being the focus of his adoration. I love being the only woman in his life.
We're in the beginning stages of planning our wedding. Obviously, it will be somewhere remote and it will be just us.
Even though I’m in love, and even though I'm a changed person since having met Marcus, I still like things my way. And luckily, he respects that.
He comes over to me and rubs my shoulders. His touch sends pulses of electricity through my body. I can never say no to him, and I'm always craving him. It's a perfect world.
"Babe," I say with a groan, "you are seriously distracting me. I'm almost in the system."
"You are? Well, that's not good. You shouldn't be able to penetrate it."
"Did you say ‘penetrate’?" I tease. "I'm almost in and that means bad things for your system."
Marcus has a new security system on his bank. And my role is to try to hack into it on a regular basis to make sure that it's well-armed. I'm the newest member of his company's IT department—and I'm also the best.
I've moved into Marcus's penthouse and it's a welcome change from my old life. I never thought I could be this happy.
I never thought that I needed another person or a place that felt like home. But with Marcus, everything has changed. He makes me desire a better life. He lets me know that it's okay for me to be happy.
At the same time, we've started multiple charitable organizations. He's a billionaire, after all, and he can afford it. Besides, we both want to help the world whatever way we can.
In fact, I have several overseas trips planned for us to see where we can help things along in terms of the refugee crisis and homelessness in other countries.
We're going to Europe to look at their models of integrated health care and everything else.
Marcus is rich and he has connections. I am fully planning on taking advantage of those connections to help people wherever I can.
Even though I'm living this glitzy lifestyle, I will never forget how I started—as a kid on the streets, an orphan. No one wanted me, and that makes me determined to help other children find good homes and build better futures.
Lucky for me, Marcus has helped me legitimize my business. Suddenly, hacking is a good thing and not a criminal activity.
I don't steal anymore because I don't have to. With Marcus's help, we've been able to establish so many charities and so much publicity for them that I don't even need to steal.
People are donating left, right, and center. It's as if we're creating a new standard for the world and we're doing it together.
Marcus trails kisses along my neck. He knows that I won’t be able to resist. He spins me around in my swivel chair and pulls me up towards the bed.
With a gentle push, he has me lying before him on his massive California King. He unzips my jeans enthusiastically.
We kiss for a long time, appreciating each other and craving each other all at once.
But then, I wrangle myself from under his touch and leave him lying alone on the bed.
"I have work to do, Marcus. Do you want someone to hack into your system while I'm busy having fun with you?
"
He pulls my arm before I can get away and soon, he has me underneath the weight of his large frame.
"You're not going anywhere," he says with a smile. "You're mine. For now and forever."
I can tell by the hungry look in his eyes that he means business. I'm not going anywhere. He won't allow me to get off this bed until I'm sore and freshly fucked.
"Okay, fine." I give up all resistance. "But let me just tell you this...You're going to have to pay me overtime."
Marcus laughs and continues to peel off my clothes, layer by layer, piece by piece.
I start to get so wet, and he can feel it through my thong. He bends down to taste me, moving the small scrap of fabric with his teeth so that he has full access to my pussy.
I arch my back and try to take in the waves of pleasure that he's causing with his tongue.
I know this is bliss. I know this is my happiness. Life might've knocked me down at the beginning, but it gave me strength and taught me how to fight for myself. This is something I had to learn on my own.
Had I known what sort of fate awaited me, I would have been more eager to endure the hard times.
If I hadn't grown up poor and alone, I wouldn't have known the harsh reality of life. My time in the trenches and on the outskirts of society have given me a certain perspective, a lens through which I can adequately see how to help people.
I'm still a loner at heart, but I have Marcus at my side and together I know we can fight any battle.
Finally, I have a partner-in-crime.
And at this moment, he's tearing my lingerie off with his teeth and giving me a seductive grin.
"Marcus," I say, "I can never get any work done as long as you insist on fucking me all day, every day."
"And baby," he says, "that's never going to change."
I lie back onto his soft comforter and just allow myself to soak in the joy of being with a man who understands me, a man who is not intimidated by my strength—and ultimately, a man who can contain my wild heart.
I realize that I’m most myself in his arms, and this is certainly a surprise, considering I'm so used to being alone.
I let go and soon, he has me seeing stars.
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The President’s Secret Baby
A Second Chance Romance
By Gage Grayson & Carter Blake
Copyright 2018 by Third Base Press
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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Henry
Six Years Ago
My name is Henry Silas Thatcher, and I’ve got big plans.
By the time I’m twenty-nine years old, I’m going to be a U.S. senator.
By the time I’m thirty-five years old, I’m going to be the president of the United States of America.
But first, I have to win this election tonight.
My entire staff surrounds me now. We’re just moments away from hearing the results.
“The polls are looking good,” one of my campaign aides, Beatrice, reassures me. Prettiest little thing you can imagine. She’s been my campaign aide since the very beginning, and she’s pretty sharp for a college student.
But the way she’s touching my arm right now makes me want to…respect her intelligence and walk away before I get myself in trouble.
Once the election is over, I won’t be her boss anymore. But right now, I’m the Bill Clinton to her Monica Lewinsky.
Except that I’m single, and we’re pretty close in age. She’s twenty. I double-checked.
“My constituents are smarter people than the news gives them credit for,” I say with confidence.
Beatrice nods and returns to checking her phone for up-to-the-minute polling results. I don’t know if I need or even want the full play-by-play, but I can see she needs something to do.
“You’ve completely won over the moderate voters,” she tells me, relieved.
“What about the others?”
“I think you might be the lesser of two evils.”
It’s that dry sense of humor and the twinkle in her eye that make this whole campaign worthwhile.
She probably doesn’t even think I know her name. I’ve been trying my damnedest to remain impartial—can’t let the other aides think I’m playing favorites with the pretty little pol-sci undergrad.
But no matter what people say about me in the press or on social media, she’s always been there to remind me that I’m a public servant, not a fucking meme.
It’s not just Bea’s looks that got my attention. It’s everything.
Everyone’s been telling me it’s a long shot, but after watching the last few elections, I think my constituency is ready for an independent candidate.
Or at least one who hasn’t been arrested for indecent exposure.
It’s sad that this is what our democracy has come to. Candidates used to be all about the issues; now they just have issues, period.
Winning it all tonight wouldn’t just mean setting up a path to put this state back on track for the future…
Bea believes in me.
In a way, I want to win this for her.
“Do you need anything? Coffee? Water? A shot of tequila?” she asks suddenly. I’ve never once asked Beatrice to fetch beverages for me. She’s doing this just to be nice.
She respects me. She looks up to me. She might even like me.
And I can’t fucking have her. Not tonight, at least.
“Thanks, but no. I think I need to take a walk.”
I need to get some air. Now is not the time to let her fetch me a stiff drink or tell her how I feel.
I step outside and feel the cool wind on my face. Above me, the stars are shining brightly, as if to tell me that the fate I’ve set up for myself tonight is about to become realized.
I don’t know how long I stand out there, staring up at the sky.
Long enough to nearly miss one of the most important moments of my life, apparently.
“Mr Thatcher!” Bea calls out to me from the door. “The results are coming in—quick!”
She’s wrapped a shawl around her slim shoulders, and she looks so soft and beautiful in the moonlight. This is the moment I want to remember, not the election results.
I tuck my hands into my pockets and stride back in to a room full of my interns, campaign staff, and aides. They’re all staring up at the televisions on one side of the room and holding their breaths.
I don’t think they even see me come in.
They certainly don’t see the way Beatrice anxiously slips her hand into mine.
I give it a squeeze for luck.
We’ve got this.
I fucking know it.
“The final votes are in, and the winner is—” The news reporter waits for the answer to appear on her teleprompter. “—Henry Silas Thatcher for U.S. Senate.”
“Yes!” Beatrice squeals and immediately leaps into my arms. I grab her around the waist and swing her around. She smells like cinnamon and vanilla.
I throw my head back and let out a victory yell, enjoying the high of winning and the feel of Bea in my arms.
I knew this was going to happen—but I never imagined it would feel as sweet as this.
All my life, I’ve been told that people don’t really stick to their plans. Everyone keeps telling me to adjust my expectations, to prepare for disappointment—but I can’t.
I want to make a difference, and I can’t do that unless I put myself out there.
And now I will.
“Henry?”
I suddenly realize that I’m still holding her. The hug has gone on a minu
te too long to be considered a business hug.
I take a step back, but she grabs me by the lapels and pulls me forward.
“Bea—?”
“Stop talking, Henry.”
She leans in, and before I can lose my nerve, she kisses me.
Her lips are full and lush, and without hesitation, I kiss her back, moaning with the release of months of pent-up sexual tension.
I touch her cheek to feel the softness of her skin.
She sighs.
I plant soft kisses along her neck and behind her ear.
She shudders.
I know so many other ways to give her pleasure. I could show her what we’ve both been missing, right here, right now.
This is exactly what I wanted. Exactly what I’ve been hoping for since the day I met her.
But it’s the wrong thing to do.
Beatrice thinks I’m the last good guy in politics. If I take things any further, good guys will be officially extinct.
I can’t do that to her. Or to myself.
I pull away slowly, wanting more and knowing that I can’t take it.
She shivers as she looks up at me, her eyes full of confusion behind her thick, dark lashes.
I want to hug her until she’s warm again, but I can’t.
I’m afraid to even offer her my coat.
How would that look? There’s no way can I be seen at my election party walking arm-in-arm with Beatrice wearing my coat like we’re just coming back from prom.
“Beatrice, I’m so sorry. That was really inappropriate. I had no right to…”
She laughs bitterly. “Henry, I kissed you. If anyone should apologize, it’s me.”
But no—that’s not right. I won’t allow her to blame herself for even one second.
I’m her boss. It’s my job to set the tone for the relationship, and since day one, I’ve done nothing but size her up like a piece of meat.
I want her. I’ve wanted her from the moment I first laid eyes on her.
She put her faith in me.
And I just fucking blew it.
“I just want you to know that I respect you as a professional. If you want to turn me in for sexual harassment, I won’t deny it.”