Trey speaks with a man briefly before urging me to follow him once again. Up another level. Then another. On the fourth floor, my breaths become labored from the climb in heels. Sensing my need for help, Trey snakes an arm around my waist with a gentle tug until I’m leaning against him, allowing him to support some of my weight as we’re led down a dark hall.
The gun digging into my side offers some reassurance that we’re safe. That and the two agents ahead of us and at least four taking up the rear of our little train.
“Toot toot. We’re all on the Randi train.”
Trey snorts, the vibration going from his chest to mine. “Please don’t say that. People will start to think you’re collecting agents for your harem.”
Scrunching my face like I’m contemplating the idea, I can only hold it for a few seconds before bursting out laughing at his scowl.
Turning a corner, we step into a private room. My laugh dries up immediately, catching in my chest at the sight of the single table covered in a brilliant white tablecloth with two chairs halfway tucked beneath.
But that’s not what has me speechless.
Releasing his hand, I move across the room, unable to take my eyes off the glittering lights of the city. In the distance the Washington Monument stands tall and proud with the dome of the Capitol Building barely visible just beyond.
It’s beautiful. I press a hand to the cool glass. A body pauses behind mine.
“You like it?” There’s an uncertainty in his voice that grips my heart.
“It’s perfect. I love seeing the city like this. Like I’m just a bystander. Able to watch everyone go on with their lives without my presence interrupting their day.”
He sweeps my hair from my neck, warm lips pressing where it meets my shoulder. I’m too caught up in watching the streets below to notice when he steps away. When I can finally rip my gaze from the life happening just below us, I find him at the door, whispering with T. The conversation stops when they notice my attention.
Trey shoots T a look I don’t understand before pushing him out the door and flipping a lock. With all the confidence in the world, he leans back against the closed door and shoves his hands into the pocket of his slacks.
“It’s just you and me now, baby. Ready to celebrate our engagement properly?”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Trey
Even from across the room, the flush that smears over her cheekbones at my words is clear. Shoving off the door, I pound my fist against it to ensure the lock holds even though I know it will. The guys checked the entire building out earlier today, even left a few agents behind to make sure no one messed with the locks or surveillance equipment or placed anything in the room I had reserved for the night.
Because I wanted this room specifically for one reason.
Absolute privacy. I’d expected to be pouring my heart out and asking the beautiful woman in front of me to marry me, none of which I wanted to be seen by anyone else, even my fellow alpha team brothers. This moment is for us.
We’ve cut the video and audio feeds in this room and ensured the windows are completely blacked out, meaning a reporter—or sniper—can’t see anything when looking in.
Reaching out, I tuck a lock of dark silky hair behind her ear. The skin beneath my fingers pebbles with tiny goose bumps as I trace along her jaw and down her neck.
“Are you hungry?” I know she is, and I’m an ass for even hoping she’ll say no so I can eat my fill of the only meal I’ve wanted for days. My roaming fingers follow the deep V of her sleeveless silk top, shifting to move along the swells of her breast.
“Are you?” Her reply is filled with want. Even with a bra, the stiff peaks of her tight nipples are visible, calling for me to take a quick nibble.
“I think you know what I’m hungry for, Mess. What I’m always hungry for with you.” I overtake the small gap between us, sliding a hand down her spine and pushing her hips flush with my own. A sharp breath of air pushes past my tight lips at the heat pouring from between her thighs and straight into my stiffening cock. I grind against her, enjoying how her body immediately responds, flexing against my own.
“Trey,” she breathes. Her hands rest on my shoulders, short blunt nails dig into my jacket.
Too many clothes.
Way too many damn clothes between us for what I have in mind.
Releasing her, I retreat a step and shrug out of the suit jacket and shoulder harness, keeping the latter close in case of an emergency. Her perky tits rise and fall in rapid succession. Those hazel eyes are glazed over with her rising lust as she tracks every move I make. After removing both cufflinks, I shove the platinum studs into the silk lining of my slacks pocket.
That dirty, sweet tongue I want lapping my dick flicks out, wetting her lips.
A dark chuckle rumbles in my chest. Using one hand, I tug at the black tie still secured around my neck until it hangs loosely enough to slip over my head. I lay it atop the jacket I slung over the back of a dining chair. One by one, I thumb open the top three buttons of my dress shirt. Her rapt attention on my fingers as I roll both sleeves up my forearms does something dangerous inside me.
It’s in her drooped lids, those delicious thighs she keeps pressing together, that damn fingernail in her mouth. All of it combined with the way she can’t rip her gaze away makes me feel invincible, dominant, and fucking horny as hell.
I flick a hand toward the table. “I think I’ll have my dessert first tonight.” On the way to my seat, I snag her hand and bring her with me. The chair flexes under my weight as I sit back, maneuvering her with a hand on each hip to stand between me and the table.
Thank fuck she changed into a skirt for tonight. I have no patience for pants or any other hindrances.
Her legs tremble under my touch as I cup just above each knee and glide my hands up, bunching the black pleated skirt around my wrists as I go.
I slide my fingers inward to snag the front of her panties, where only neatly trimmed curls scrape against the pads instead of lace. I snap my gaze to hers. A shy, almost mischievous smile plays at her red-painted lips.
“Thought I’d take a play out of your handbook and go commando.”
“Get on the table,” I grunt.
Standing quickly, she teeters backward, a hand smacking onto the table to keep her upright. Not waiting for her to catch her balance, I grip her thin waist and haul her onto the tabletop, ass barely hanging on the edge. “Lean back, elbows on the table so you don’t fall.”
To my utter surprise, she does exactly as she’s told. She doesn't look away as she gets comfortable, her head still raised, watching to see what I have planned. With little flair, I flip her skirt up, bunching it around her hips, and unceremoniously shove her knees apart.
I swipe the tip of my tongue along my lower lip as I stare at her slick pussy. Along the inside of one thigh, I plant soft grazing kisses. At the apex, I blow a gentle steady stream of air over her slit before kissing down the opposite leg to her knee. Leaning back, I admire the spread in front of me.
The chair’s legs thump on the floor as I scoot forward, close enough for her to plant a foot on each armrest. Glancing up from between her thighs, I make sure she’s watching, then slowly lean in and kiss the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.
My own groan of pleasure slips out as I suck her swollen nub between my lips. Her sharp exhale and moan drive me crazy. Slipping a hand beneath each cheek, I lift her off the table and devour her whole.
Tiny gasps, my name whispered and then shouted fill the room as I lick every drip off her until she’s coming around my tongue buried deep inside her.
I could eat her all day every day and never have enough. Even now I can’t stop kissing, sucking, and nibbling. Only when her nails scrape across my scalp and dig in, yanking my face away, do I stop. Smile wide and satisfied, I lick my upper lip as our gazes clash over her heaving chest.
Finger at my belt, I deftly unfasten it with one hand as I stand and extend the ot
her to help Randi off the table. Her legs wobble, making her cling to me for stability. I wrap an arm around her waist, and we walk side by side to the floor-to-ceiling windows. With a little push, I propel her forward, her palms smacking the glass to keep her from falling.
“Turn around and get on your knees.”
She turns, lips parted and chest flushed. Reaching out, she grips my forearm and slowly drops to her knees at my feet. Tilting her face up, she licks those red lips eager for everything I’m about to feed her.
“You’re so beautiful kneeling in front of me, baby,” I say as I make quick work of unfastening my slacks and tugging the zipper down. Her hazel eyes flare with desire as I tug my pants low, my stiff cock pointing directly to her mouth like it knows where it belongs.
Soft dark strands flatten beneath my palm as I run my hand from the crown of her head down to cup her jaw. My dress shoes slide on the floor, widening my stance as I guide her lips to the already slick head. Being the vixen she is, she darts that pink tongue out, lapping up the beads of precum. Her lashes flutter closed with a soft hum of approval.
Fuck, this was a bad idea. I should’ve just pinned her to the window like I planned. If she keeps this up, I won’t last long enough to fuck her the way she likes.
“Take it all, Madam President. Swallow me whole in front of all of DC.” Holding a tight grip on her jaw, I draw her forward, smacking the other hand against the window for support as her lips wrap around my cock. My eyes roll in the back of my head as she takes me to the base and swallows, her throat constricting around the tender head.
Up and down I guide her, making her take every inch, the groans and moans of approval and nails digging into my bare ass a sign she’s loving this as much as I am.
Head drooped forward, I watch as my dick slides between her lips. Loosening my hold on her chin, I slide my fingers back through her hair and grip a handful at the base of her neck. At my gentle tug, those hazel eyes meet mine.
Locked in place, I take control, thrusting into her mouth. Saliva spills down her chin, dripping to the floor and making the scene even more erotic. I curse, fingers scratching at the window when she cups my balls and gently rolls them between her fingers.
Enough playing.
Grip firm, I hold her steady and take a step back, withdrawing my entire length. Her whimper of displeasure turns into a gasp as I haul her upright and twist her around to face the window.
“Keep your hands on the glass, baby. I can’t wait to be inside of that sweet-tasting pussy of yours.”
Her rapid warm breaths fog the window, those long nails scratching at the glass as she curls her hands into fists. Dipping beneath the skirt, I haul the bottom hem up to her waist. Foot to each ankle, I kick her feet wider and bend her forward so that sweet ass of hers is jutted out, vulnerable and at my mercy.
Her dark hole holds my attention. “Tell me when it’s too much,” I mutter into Randi’s ear as I slide a hand down her ass cheek to her slit and dip two fingers into her drenched channel. Her head lolls backward onto my shoulder as I slam my fingers in and out, taking her hard like she likes. Which is why I know she’ll fucking love what’s coming next.
Leaving a trail of her wetness in my wake, I position those two slick fingers against that tight rim. Beneath my chest, her back rises and falls with exaggerated breaths, but she hasn’t asked me to stop. Pressing forward, I breach through her virgin hole to the first knuckle.
Her back arches, a soft cry leaving her lips. Kissing along her neck, I suck at a tender spot and push deeper in to the base knuckle.
“How does that feel?” I whisper against her ear before nipping at the lobe. Between us, my rock-hard cock bobs with excitement, tapping the crease of her ass.
“Strange,” she breathes. Chin to her shoulder, she sighs. “Strange good. Dirty.”
“There’s my dirty girl,” I coo. “Now for the fun part.”
Hard grip around myself, I line up with her pussy and slam forward, burying myself to the hilt in one hard thrust. Seated fully inside her, I pump those two fingers, pressing hard at the base for her to feel the fullness and pressure that makes ass play fucking awesome. Even I can feel how much tighter she is with just two fingers in the opposite hole. I don’t let myself imagine what it will be like with a fuller toy or how tight it will be around my dick once she’s comfortable.
“More,” she cries, slamming her hips back into mine.
I groan, smacking the glass to stay upright and not put my full weight on top of her. Pulling out all the way, I tease her with the head against her clit before thrusting inside. Over and over I push and tease until we’re both slick with sweat.
“Hold on,” I grunt and bite her neck, not releasing as I fuck her hard. Balls tight, I increase my pace even more, chasing my own release. Beneath me, Randi screams, her forehead falling forward and hitting the glass, her hands squeaking down as her hold slips. Arm around her upper waist, I help hold her weight.
With a roar I come undone, burying myself deep inside her. Knees wobbling and legs weak, I guide us both to the floor, hissing a breath from between my teeth as I pull out so she can nestle on my lap. Wayward strands of hair tickle my nose, but exhaustion makes it impossible to swipe them away.
“Okay, now I see what you mean,” she says, still breathing hard.
“Told you. Wait until we get more in there.” She whips her face to mine, eyes wide. “Don’t worry, baby, we won’t until you’re ready. But I have a feeling my dirty little president will want more sooner than later.”
A wide shy smile splits her face. Nodding, she dips to lean a cheek against my chest.
“I love you, Trey,” she whispers. “I had no idea utter happiness felt this good.”
I wrap both arms around her and hold her tighter. “I love you too, Randi. This is just the beginning of our happily ever after. There are many, many more years and experiences to come. Now let’s get cleaned up. I’m hungry for your sweet dessert again.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Trey
The Filson duffel, stuffed to max capacity with dress shoes, slaps to the cement floor beside the other equally as stuffed duffel of non-work shoes. I would say I have a shoe problem based on the fact that there are two more bags already shoved into the SUV, but the number of shoes I’ve collected over the years doesn’t compare to the sheer number of suits I already had sent to the White House earlier.
It’s been a week since I officially proposed, but today is the first day neither of us is drowning in work, offering a small window to officially move my residence from the condo I shared with Gerard and Beth to the White House. Sure, there were a few tears just now as I walked out that condo door with Beth still tightly clinking around my neck. It’s not that they’re sad to see me go, especially since I gifted them the condo the moment the funds from my trust were released. No, they’re so fucking happy for me they can’t even stand it.
Maybe it’s because they know my childhood, saw me desperate for even a sliver of my parents’ love or attention but never receiving it until I did their bidding. Now I have that love I craved in spades from Randi, and they see it. Everyone sees it.
The hard leather handle of the navy Filson duffel digs into my palm as I heft it up into the open trunk. I haul the other in next and stare in dismay at the already full trunk of my Bentley SUV.
Damn, I might have to make two trips. Knew I should’ve made Tank help me. Not that he could right now, because the bastard’s too busy working. The only time I’ve seen my best friend the past week has been on shift. All his spare time is spent with Smith. That should irk me, and it would’ve in the past, but it doesn’t now because I know what they’re working on.
Ponder, or whatever the hell his real name is, is still out there. That’s what they’ve researched, tracked, and obsessed over since Whit and his hooligans were barbecued. We all know Ponder is biding his time, waiting in the shadows like the damn coward he is until he has a chance to take out Randi or me. Too bad
for him, we’ve laid our own trap to ensure he’s the one six feet under and not me or my girl.
Not sure what I ever did to the fucker to warrant a bullet in the head, but he sure does hate me. That was one thing Whit was very clear about during our… conversation his last night of living. Maybe it was because I confronted him on his personal questions to Randi, or that I had him moved to the shitty shifts or stations because of said questions to Randi.
I smirk at the memory. Even though it put me in that asshole’s crosshairs, seeing him stationed outside in the damn heat sweating his balls off or in the winter freezing to death was 100 percent worth it. I knew there was something off about him, the arrogance too… violent with him. I couldn’t pinpoint then what it was that urged me to push him away from Randi, but now I can. Good to know my gut instincts still work.
A bang rattles through the packed garage as I slam the trunk closed.
This is the last of my clothes, the rest already at the White House. By the end of the day, I’ll be an official resident of the most iconic house in the world.
Who would have ever fucking thought?
My parents dreamed this day would happen, me in the White House. Too bad for them it’s not the way they hoped. And I’m good with that. More than good with that. I never wanted the politician route—they did.
I swing the key fob around my middle finger, my unseeing stare focused on the shiny black finish of the SUV’s bumper, then pull out the phone vibrating in my pocket.
“You ready?” Tank’s gruff voice is barely audible with the whistling wind in the background.
“Hi, baby. I miss you too.” Warm metal presses into my spine as I relax against the SUV like I don’t have a care in the world. For this plan to work no one can know I have eyes tracking my every breath from blocks away.
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