Chapter 27
27
Greer
***Two months later**
Grant enters the room, leaning against the doorway. He’s wearing his inauguration suit and looks so dapper. The pocket square of his jacket and his tie match my green dress. I stand, touching the American flag pin on his jacket lapel.
“You look handsome, husband.”
“As do you, wife.” He smiles down at me. “Are you ready to do this?”
“I am, Mr. President.”
His eyes darken. “Fuck. Don’t call me that, otherwise I’m going to be sporting a boner while I’m sworn in as President of the United States.”
I laugh, rubbing my rounded stomach. Baby Carter isn’t due for another week, but my doctor and her team are here with us in DC. There’s a chance I could go into labor today and we’re covering all our bases. I mean, this might become the most memorable Presidential inauguration in history if I go into labor.
Hand-in-hand, we make our way outside. The crowds cheer for us as we get into the SUV that will take us to the US Capitol building. Grant doesn’t let go of my hand the entire time.
When he kisses me before the swearing-in ceremony begins, the crowd loses their minds, making both of us laugh.
“I think that’s a good sign for your presidency,” I say.
Five long hours later, we’re in our bedroom of the White House.
Grant says as he rubs my aching feet, “Somya texted and said the inauguration speech is the highest rated speech in twenty years.”
“I’m not surprised. I was bawling like a baby. Heck, I think everyone was.”
Grant smiles. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Well, you could have, but it wouldn’t have had the same flair.”
“Indeed.”
“How early do you have to get up in the morning?”
“Four. You?”
I grin. “I get to sleep in until eight. I’m on maternity leave and they said they’re keeping my schedule light until the baby is born.”
“And how is our sweet baby? I noticed you were rubbing your back a lot after dinner.”
After the swearing-in and speech, Grant and I went to the signing ceremony. After that, we went to the inaugural luncheon that we hosted. Grant and his VP went to the East Front steps of the Capitol, where they reviewed the military troops. He rejoined me and our guest and we watched the parade as it passed in front of the Presidential reviewing stand. I’ve never felt so patriotic.
Our last official event of the evening was not known to the public and took place in a ballroom inside of the White House. The Elite Members joined us for a dinner, celebrating Grant’s success.
I answer Grant, “It was just a busy day, but it’s better now that we’re in bed.”
I don’t dare mention that there’s an ache in my lower back that hasn’t gone away all day.
I say, “There is something you could do to make my day even better, though.”
“Oh?”
“Open your nightstand.”
He gives me a long look before reaching over, opening the top drawer of his nightstand. He lifts the lid of the black box and then coughs out a laugh.
“Are these?—”
“Nipple pleasure toys? They sure are.” I reach over, picking up one. “I think this counts as vanilla-ish.”
“Not even close, wife.”
“Does that mean you don’t want to play?” I pout. “I’ve been so horny all day long.”
He groans. “Fucking hell.”
“Yay!”
“Payback is going to be a bitch, Little Fae.”
“Oh, I look forward to any payback you bring my way, husband.”
He lifts the other pleasure toy. “How does this work?”
“Well, you need to get my nipple wet—preferably with your mouth—and then suction it on.” I pull my nightshirt over my head, tossing it aside.
“Why do I get the feeling you had this planned?”
“Because I totally did. Now, get to sucking, big boy.”
He snorts, but says, “Lie on your side.”
Sex on my back has been…painful, to say the least, so Grant and I have gotten very creative in the bedroom while keeping things vanilla.
I move to my side, and he makes sure I’m comfortable before cupping one of my breasts. I groan, because it feels so good.
“Your body is getting ready for our little one,” he says as his head dips.
I moan as he sucks on my nipple. The simple act has me rushing toward an orgasm, and I cry out as I come. Grant reaches between my legs, pushing my panties aside. I groan as he finds my sensitive clit.
“I love how responsive you are.” He rolls my clit in slow circles. “Maybe after the baby is born, we’ll try a clamp down here.”
“I’d like that, sir.”
“Tilt a little and we’ll get this other toy on you.”
I roll a bit and he covers my other nipple with his mouth while still toying with my clit. By the time he gets the other suction toy on, I’m climaxing again.
“Please fuck me, Grant,” I beg. “I need your cock!”
“Only because you asked so nicely, my sweet First Lady.”
He makes quick work of undressing and then pulling my panties off. He lies on his back and pulls me, so I’m straddling him.
“Are you sure this is safe?”
“Grant Carter, if you don’t let me ride you?—”
My rant is short-lived as he leans back.
“Use me, baby.”
Not needing to be told twice, I position him at my opening and slide down on him.
“Fuck,” I moan loudly. “Yes! That’s what I needed.”
Grants lips twitch as I roll my hips. I’m sure I’m being ridiculous, but I mean it. I’ve craved this all freaking day. Seeing my husband become the most important man in the United States was sexy as hell.
“I won’t object if you help a little right now,” I say as I rock against him.
I expect him to tease me. What I don’t expect is for him to pull off one of the suction toys at the same time he slams upward, meeting my thrust. My orgasm is so intense that it steals my breath. It goes on and on, taking me higher than I’ve ever been before.
But then I feel a slight pop and more fluid gushes out of me. Grant and I both look at where we’re connected.
“Is that?—”
“I think my water just broke,” I say at the same time.
Grant meets my gaze, his eyes widening. “Oh my fucking god.”
Slowly, I climb off him. More fluid leaks as I grab my discarded nightshirt, putting it between my legs.
“The hospital bag is at the foot of the bed. We need to call the doctor and let her know I’m in labor.” I stop, wincing as I remove the other pleasure toy from my nipple. “I just had a contraction, so we’ll need to time them.”
Grant lies there like he’s in shock. Maybe he is.
I tap his foot. “You should take a shower before we go.”
That sends him into action. The difference in our speed is comical. He moves around like a madman, while I take my time getting ready. Somehow, we finish at the same time.
“Ready?”
I smile up at him. “As ready as I’ll ever be, Mr. President. Now, let’s go meet our daughter.”