Page 13 of Power
Chapter four
Reece
Icheckmyselfover in the mirror, then look at the time. I fix my coat and straighten my shoulders when I hear the door.
Picking up my bag and keys, I walk over to the door and open it. Mark’s waiting for me, and I’m taken aback by his lack of reaction. “Miss Maxwell,” he says in his usual stoic, deep voice. He steps aside, waiting for me to lock my house.
“Hi, Mark. How are you?” I ask, a little more casually than I normally would. “I feel like we’re old friends now,” I say as I chuckle and walk behind him to the car.
“We’re not,” he responds flatly.
I snort with laughter. He shoots me an emotionless glare veiled with a hint of sarcasm. Wait, does Mark actually have a sense of humor? He opens the door and I slide into the back. He gets into the front and gives the driver a small nod.
The drive to the White House is silent, as usual. “Here you go.” I hand him my bag, which Mark rifles through, then gives back to me. We pull up to the underground parking, and I’m greeted with the normal security check.
“This way, Miss Maxwell,” Mark instructs and jerks his chin toward the elevator.
The elevator doors slide open, and Mark steps in, waiting for me. “Thank you.” He presses the button and stands straighter. Mark has an imposing stature with broad shoulders, a height that’s on par with Bennett’s and a hard stare that could weaken a person and bring them to their knees.
Once the doors open, he steps out and walks ahead of me to the bedroom where he knocks and waits for Bennett to respond. “Ma’am,” he says as he opens the door and stands aside for me.
I walk in to find Bennett almost exactly where I left him—standing by the window nursing what I suspect is a scotch. His normally pristine hair is disheveled, like he’s run his hand through it many times. His tie is loose, and he’s shrugged out of his suit jacket. He turns to look at me and startles. “Platinum blonde?” He casts a wandering eye from top to bottom. “I wanted you dressed like a slut,” he says as he takes in my appearance. Something about tonight feels different, there’s overwhelming tension clinging to the air.
Smirking, I untie my coat and drop it to the floor leaving me exposed in my leather bustier, crotchless underwear, a garter belt and suspenders holding up black fishnet stockings. Bennett’s eyes widen as he slowly brings the glass to his lips. “Slut enough for you, Mr. President?”
He straightens as he eye fucks me. He looks at my heels and shakes his head. “I said I don’t want you taller than me.”
“You don’t like my heels?” I purposely draw attention to them by bending at the waist and running my hands up my legs. “I thought you’d like these.”
“You’re very distracting, Reece.”
“Am I?” I bite on my lower lip, forcing Bennett to look at different parts of my body.
“Get over here,” he demands as he lowers his glass and places it on the window sill. I drop to my hands and knees and seductively crawl over to him. When I reach him, I can already see his cock is straining inside his pants. His chest is rising and falling quickly. I sit back on my heels and arch an eyebrow as I gauge his reaction. He unzips his pants and steps forward. Opening my mouth, I do exactly as he asks. Bennett has made it no secret that he wants me on my knees, and that’s what he’s paying me to do. He’s forceful, yet gentle too. It’s clear though, that he intends to use my mouth for his pleasure. He’s still taking the time to tenderly rub his thumb across my cheek. Bennett comes undone in record speed, pulling out of my mouth only a few seconds before finishing off and orgasming on the bed. He takes several deep breaths, tucks his cock away and extends his hand to me. “Thank you, I needed that,” he says as he helps me up. “I must admit, I’m a fan of this.” He eyes my bustier.
“I knew you would be.” Bennett takes his suit jacket off the back of the chair, and places it over my shoulders. “Am I distracting?” I tunnel my arms through the sleeves of the jacket. A faint aroma of black currant and apple gently waft from his jacket. I inhale deeply while closing my eyes. “Mmm,” I moan when the scent hits again. “What’s this smell?” I lift the arm and sniff.
“My aftershave,” Bennett replies. “You like it?”
“Hmmm.” I smirk as I nod. “It’s sexy.”
“Sexy?” Bennett’s brows lift in surprise.
“Says the man who keeps showing up in the sexiest man alive lists.” I head over and sit on the edge of the bed.
Bennett rolls his eyes and chuckles. “Don’t remind me.” He motions toward his bar, silently asking if I’d like a beverage.
“Water, thank you.” He pours me a glass of water and places it on the small table in his suite, wordlessly telling me he wants me to move off the bed. Standing, I walk over and sit at the table. “Thank you.” I pick the glass up and take a sip.
Bennett sits beside me and purses his lips together. Something is definitely going on with him. “I’ve ordered dinner,” he says.
“Mr. President...”
“Bennett,” he corrects.
“I don’t like assuming things, so if you want me to leave, then please let me know.”
“I’ve ordered dinner for us,” he repeats his statement.
