Chapter Nineteen #2
“Liar.” He grinned as he gestured to the phone on a table next to the lounge. “They can find me no matter where I am.”
“Well, that’s a drag.”
“You have no idea.” He held out his hand to her. “As much as everything has changed, some things never will.”
Sam put her phone on the table before she took his hand. “Funny, I was just thinking the same thing as I followed the path you left for me.”
“Having an in-house florist comes in handy at times like this.”
“You must’ve made their day when you asked for rose petals.”
He snuggled her into his warm embrace. “They were pleased to receive a direct request from the Oval.”
Sam kissed his bare chest and up his neck on the way to his lips. “I love that you found a way to bring our loft here.”
“We need this too badly not to find a place for it in our new life.”
“Yes, we do.”
“Every day here seems crazier than the last. Nonstop meetings, obligations, photos, interviews, decisions… Every decision is a big decision. The little ones don’t make it to me.
Only the big ones, and all of them have so many consequences.
” As he spoke, he ran his hand up and down her arm and over her back.
“You know what gets me through all that?”
“What?” she asked, even though she knew because the answer was the same for her.
“You, this, us, our family. It’s the payoff that makes everything else worth the struggle.”
“Yes, it does. I can’t wait to have a whole week with you and the kids and my sisters, nieces and nephews. And Shelby, Avery and Noah, too.”
“You know I’ll have to work part of the time, right?”
“I do, but you’ll still have downtime.”
“I’m looking forward to it, too. The last few months have been unreal. Between losing your dad, the twins and Eli coming into our lives and my job change—”
Sam sputtered with laughter. “Your job change. You say that like it was a minor promotion when it was the promotion.”
“It’s been a lot, especially since we had to leave our home just when the Littles were getting comfortable there. Despite all that, you and me, we’re the glue that holds it all together, and as long as we still have this,” he said, sliding a leg between hers, “then I can handle the rest of it.”
“Same goes for me, babe,” Sam said, moved by his sweet words. “If anyone knew how much I think about you when I’m not with you, they’d make fun of me mercilessly.”
“I have the same problem. In fact, I heard that Saturday Night Live is ready to debut the actors who’ll play us while I’m in office, and the first sketch is apparently going to focus on our obvious affection for each other.”
“Oh jeez. I can only imagine what they’ll do with that. When can we look forward to seeing it?”
“Not sure. It was supposed to air this week, but they’re delaying it out of respect for the victims in Des Moines.”
Sam released a deep sigh at the reminder of that tragedy.
“Enough of everything that isn’t this.” He kissed her as he tugged at the knot in her robe belt. Tucking a hand inside, he stopped short at the feel of skin and satin. “What’ve we got here?”
“This old thing? I bought it for vacation.”
Nick pulled back. “I need a full demonstration, and then I need to know how you bought it and whether it’s going to cause an international incident.”
Laughing, Sam rose to her knees and shrugged off the robe, giving him a full view of the “thing” that barely hid anything. Black satin strips covered her nipples and crisscrossed over her abdomen, coming together with a single snap between her legs.
“Holy Moses,” Nick said with a low whistle as he lifted himself to one elbow for a closer look. “That’s the sexiest freaking thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot of sexy things since I found you the second time.”
“Thought you might like it.”
“I love it. Bring it over here so I can see it better.”
Sam moved across the mattress on her knees until she was right next to him. “Is this close enough?”
He shook his head and reached for her, bringing her down on top of his aroused body. “Even this isn’t close enough. I can never get you close enough.”
“I can get closer,” she said, reaching down to unsnap the garment, if you could call it that.
“I’m down for that.”
“I’m down for it, too.” She raised herself up and slid down on his cock, taking him to the hilt in one smooth move that had them both groaning.
“How close is this room to Celia’s again?” Sam asked. “Wondering for next time.”
“Three doors down.”
“That ought to be far enough away to keep me from being inhibited.”
He cupped her breasts and smoothed his thumbs over the satin that barely covered her nipples. “We don’t want you inhibited. We want you loud and uninhibited.”
“We aren’t on top of Eli’s room are we?”
“Nope. I made sure of that. We’re safe.”
“Safer than we were at home with the Secret Service at the bottom of the stairs.”
“That’s true.” He placed his hands on her hips. “Now that you have me where you want me, what’re you going to do with me?”
“Haven’t decided yet,” she said with the slightest of movements that drew a sharp gasp from him. “Maybe some of this.” She picked up the pace and then slowed right down. “Or this.” Rising, she nearly lifted herself off him before she came back down. “Any preferences?”
“I like it all. Lady’s choice.”
“Hmmm… Let me think…” She could tell she surprised him when she lifted up and off him, turning to give him her back. “Here’s something new.”
“We like new things.”
She’d read about “reverse cowgirl,” but she hadn’t done it. As she took him in from the new angle, she wasn’t sure she liked it until his cock touched something deep inside that nearly made her howl. She leaned forward, her hands on his thighs as she moved carefully until she found a rhythm.
And then his hands were on her ass, squeezing and shaping and making her crazy as she took them on a wild ride that had her thigh muscles screaming from the exertion. She’d feel that tomorrow.
“The view is extraordinary,” he said, making her laugh and then groan when he pressed his thumb against her back door.
The pressure alone was enough to trip an orgasm that touched every part of her and had him surging into her with his own release.
“Come to me, my little cowgirl.” He helped her up and off him and then situated her next to him to catch her breath. “That was awesome.”
“Glad you liked it. I do my best work with you.”
His rumble of laughter made her smile. “My wife is full of surprises.” He traced a line over the strap that crossed on her back. “Now tell me how you bought this and whether my press secretary is going to get asked about it tomorrow.”
“I had it sent to Tracy, and she brought it to me still in the package.”
“Ah, good call. We don’t need the rest of the world knowing our first lady is a sultry vixen.”
“I’ve never been a sultry vixen with anyone but you.”
“I hate that there was ever anyone other than me.”
“I do, too. And I don’t know the half of what came before me.”
He pinched her rear. “None of them mattered, as you well know.”
“Still, you know about Peter and Archie… I know very little about yours.”
“Does it matter so much?”
“Not really, but it’s this weird blank space for me. I’m not a fool. I know there were others before me.”
“There were a few, but none who mattered to me the way you do.”
Sam had no idea why she was picking at this when she had no reason to worry about who he might’ve cared about in the past. “It’s fine. I just wonder sometimes, that’s all.”
“You don’t need to wonder about anything or anyone.
” He turned on his side to face her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Sometimes I feel like the first part of my life officially ended and the rest of it began two years ago this week when I found John dead and you came strolling into his apartment to work the case. Everything before that is like a black-and-white blur. Everything after that is in vivid color.”
“You ought to go into politics. You’ve got a way with words.”
Smiling, he said, “Only when I’m talking about the love of my life, who brought the color and the fun and the love and the family I yearned for. She’s the secret to everything.”
“Who is she, and how do I have her killed?”
His laughter rocked his entire body. “You’re the only one, and you know it. Now stop being silly and kiss me.”
She was about to do just that when her phone rang, making her moan. “That’d better not be Dispatch.”
Nick reached over her to grab the phone off the table and handed it to her. “I’m afraid it is.”