Lina
Eight
The US just won the semifinal. I’m on my feet in the VIP box, clapping and cheering like everyone else, but my eyes aren’t on the players. They’re on my man.
Levi is on the field, surrounded by his staff, getting mobbed by the team. He’s grinning, that real grin that transforms his resting scary face, and I can imagine how he feels. The pride, the joy. The relief.
God, he’s beautiful.
My phone buzzes in my clutch.
I pull it out, heart already racing.
‘Where?’ One word. That’s all he sends.
My fingers are trembling as I type back. ‘The Beast. Five minutes.’
His reply is instant. ‘On my way.’
I shove the phone back into my bag and turn to Simone.
“I need to leave. Now.”
She doesn’t ask questions. She never does. Just nods and speaks into her earpiece, and within seconds, Agent Torres is at my side.
“Ma’am. We have a secure route to the motorcade.”
“Good.” I smooth down my dress, trying to look calm. Presidential. “And Agent Torres?”
“Ma’am?”
“Coach Hendricks will be joining me. For a… strategy debrief.”
His face remains perfectly neutral.
“Of course, Madam President.”
Oh, God, he knows. He definitely knows. I cannot bring myself to care…
The stadium tunnel is complete chaos with media, staff, and security everywhere, but my detail carves a path through it like a knife through butter. I’m walking fast, my heels clicking on the concrete ground, and my heart beating so hard I can feel it in my throat.
This is insane, absolutely insane. I don’t freaking care.
And then I see him. Levi is walking towards us, in his dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, no tie, looking scrumptiously disheveled. His hair is a mess; his shirt, untucked… Fucking hot. Our eyes lock, and the rest of the world falls away.
He reaches me in three long strides, and it takes every ounce of self-control I have to not throw myself at him right then and there.
“Madam President.” His voice is low and rough. “I hear we have a meeting.”
“Coach.” I school my expression, but my pulse is racing. “Shall we?”
Agent Torres leads us to the car. The rest of my detail falls into formation, walking in front of us, behind us, at our sides…
forming a veritable wall of suits and earpieces.
And nobody says a word. The Beast, or Cadillac One, the presidential limo, is waiting with its engine running. Torres opens the backdoor.
“The route is secure, ma’am. Twenty minutes to the hotel.”
Twenty minutes.
I climb in first. Levi follows, sliding into the seat next to me.
The door closes. And then we’re alone. With the privacy screen up, behind tinted windows, in a soundproof car.
My security team is at the front, secret-servicely not seeing or hearing anything.
We sit there for a moment, not touching.
The tension, so thick I can barely breathe.
“Lina.” His voice is pure rasp.
I smile, dragging my lower lip between my teeth. “Levi.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Trynna be a gentleman here.” His hands are clenched on his thighs, knuckles white. His tone sobers. “I’m trying to give you an out. If you don’t want…”
I climb into his lap.
Fuck being a gentleman.
His hands catch my hips, digging into my soft flesh as I straddle him. My dress rides up my thighs.
“Does this look like I want an out?” I breathe close to his ear, rubbing the side of my face over his beard, filling my lungs with his scent, rolling my hips to feel him, running my fingers through his thick hair.
“Fuck.” His fingers dig into my ass, the word coming out broken. “Lina, baby…”
I kiss him. It’s not soft. It’s not sweet.
It’s fucking hungry from fucking weeks of want, need.
Levi’s mouth opens for mine, his tongue sliding over my lips, and I let him in with a moan that I feel all the way inside my cunt.
He tastes like mint, adrenaline and Levi, and I can’t fucking get enough.
His huge hands are fucking everywhere. On my waist, my back, my ass, my tits, fucking squeezing, pulling me close, so fucking close… until I’m pressed right against the hard length of him.
Oh God.
I rock my hips, grinding down, and we both groan.
“You feel that?” he rasps against my mouth. “What you fucking do to me?”
“Yes, baby…”
“Every fucking time.” His teeth drag down my jaw, my neck. “I get hard just thinking about you.”
“Levi…”
“Our calls, our texts.” He sucks at the tender skin of my throat, bites me, making me shudder. “All those nights, lying in my hotel room, jerking off to the thought of you…”
Oh my God.
“Tell me, sweetheart.” His words come out ragged, fucking feral. “Tell me what you thought about.”
He pulls back just enough to look at me. His eyes are dark, pupils blown, and the wild in them makes my pussy clench.
I lick my lips. “You wanna know?”
“Yeah.”
“Everything.” His hands slide up my thighs, under my dress. “I thought about everything.”
His fingers find the edge of my underwear. I’m already soaked. I’ve been soaked since the final whistle, and when he feels it, his big body shudders.
“Jesus, baby.” His voice cracks. “You’re so wet.”
“I told you.” I rock against his hand. “I want everything.”
“Fuck.” He presses his forehead to mine, breathing hard. “I’ve thought about tasting you so many times. Getting on my knees and burying my face between your thighs until you screamed.”
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,
“I thought about bending you over your desk in the Oval Office.” His fingers stroke me through the thin fabric of my panties, and I whimper. “Taking you from behind while you try to stay quiet.”
I’m panting, throbbing so hard I think I’m gonna come. “Levi…”
“I thought about waking up next to you.” His voice drops softer, his wicked fingers still teasing me, tracing the damp patch along my slit. “Making you coffee. Learning how you like your eggs.”
Something cracks open in my chest as my pussy weeps for him.
“And then,” he continues, his thumb finding my clit through the fabric, “I thought about making you come so hard you’d forget everything… your job, your responsibilities…”
I cry out, my hips jerking under his devilish ministrations.
“That’s it.” He strokes me again, firmer this time. “That’s my girl.”
His girl. Fuuuuck…
I’m shaking, my nails digging into his shoulders, my thighs trembling, and he’s barely touched me.
“Please,” I gasp. “Please, baby, I need…”
“I know what you need, love.”
He tugs my underwear aside, then his fingers are right there, sliding through my drenched folds. I moan so loud the driver definitely heard it.
I don’t fucking care. Can’t.
“So wet, baby,” he groans. “So fucking wet for me.”
“Only you.” The words fall off my lips without permission.
His eyes flash with something possessive, primal.
“Fuck.”
Then he pushes two long, thick fingers inside me. I bite down on his shoulder to muffle my scream.
“That’s it.” He pumps his fingers slowly, deliberately. “Take it. Take what you need, love,” he rumbles, forehead against mine, eyes never leaving mine, breathing heavily.
I’m riding his hand, shameless, fucking desperate. The wet sounds of my greedy cunt, obscene. The windows, starting to fog up.
“You’re gonna fucking come for me,” he says against my ear. “Right here, in this car, with my fingers inside you.”
“Aaaaah…”
“And then, when we get to wherever the fuck we’re going, I’m gonna do this properly.” His thumb circles my clit, and I sob. “I’m gonna take my time. Taste every fucking inch of you.”
“Please…”
“I’m gonna make you come on my tongue, Madam President.” He curls his fingers, hitting a spot inside me, and I see fucking constellations. “Then on my cock… then again, just because I fucking can.”
I’m close… So fucking close!
“Look at me,” he growls.
I force my eyes open. His face is right there, his pale eyes burning into mine.
“I wanna watch you,” he rasps. “Wanna see you fall apart for me…”
His thumb presses harder, rolls faster. His big fingers thrust deeper.
“Come for me, Lina.”
I do. My orgasm tears through me like a damn wildfire. I’m shaking, my pussy clenching around his fingers, crying out his name, Levi, Levi, fuck, LEVI!
He holds me through it, whispering praise against my skin. “That’s it… Good girl… So fucking beautiful… Mine.”
Then I collapse against his chest, gasping, trembling.
Holy shit.
HOLY SHIT!
I just came in the back of Cadillac One. With my driver and security at the front. In the middle of traffic. And I don’t regret a single fucking second of it.
When we pull up to the hotel, I’m still in Levi’s lap.
My dress is a wreck. My hair, a disaster. The car windows are completely fogged, and there’s no way anyone with eyes isn’t going to know exactly what happened here.
Fucking worth it.
Levi’s face is pressed to mine. He’s still hard under me, but he hasn’t asked for anything. He just held me while I came down from my high.
“We should…” I trail off, not sure how to finish.
“I know.” He smiles, presses a soft kiss to my lips. “We have to get out of this car.”
“Yes.”
Neither of us moves.
“The final is in three days,” he says quietly.
“I know.”
“After.” His hands cup my face, tilting it up so I meet his eyes. “After the game. Win or lose. I want a real night with you.”
“A real night?”
“No interruptions, no security knocking on doors. Just us.” His thumb strokes my cheek. “I want hours, fucking days, baby.”
Days.
The word makes me shiver.
“Okay,” I whisper.
He grins wickedly. “Yeah?”
I breathe out a laugh. “Yeah.” Then I kiss him back softly. “Win your game, Coach. And then come find me.”
His boyish, devastating grin grows even more beautiful.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I climb off his lap, trying to make myself presentable. It’s a losing battle. Agent Torres opens the door, face carefully blank.
“Ma’am.”
“Thank you, Agent Torres.” I step out of the car with as much dignity as I can muster under the circumstances.
“Absolutely, ma’am.”
This man is getting the biggest fucking raise the White House has ever given.
I walk into the hotel without looking back. But I’m smiling the whole way.