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“Thank you.” It’s all part of the service. If he wants me to stay and have dinner, then I will.
“I want to ask you a question without you becoming defensive.”
“You do know just saying it like that has made me defensive, right?”
He grasps his glass with two hands and lowers his chin as he releases a sigh. “Why does Emily’s birth certificate not have the name of her father?”
I cross my legs and position myself, so I’m angled away from Bennett. “I thought I made myself clear that Emily is a line you don’t cross.”
“I—”
“I don’t care if you’re the president, she’s someone you don’t ask about.”
Bennett picks his glass up and places it back down again. His brows furrow as he stares at me. “I’m struggling, Reece,” he candidly admits.
“What with?”
There’s a knock on the door, and Bennett stiffens. He looks to me and tugs his jacket around my chest, making sure I’m completely covered. “Sir,” Mark calls through the door. “The chef has brought your dinner.”
Bennett stands and moves in front of me. “Come in.” He double-checks that I’m not obviously visible. Mark opens the door and brings in a tray with food. “Thank you, Mark.” Bennett takes the tray out of his hands while being cautious. The door closes, and Bennett turns and places the tray on the table. He lifts the silver cloches off the plates and places one in front of me and the other where his seat is. “I hope you’re hungry.”
I look at the delicious food on the plate. “Sure am.” I look at the food and place my napkin on my lap. “What are you struggling with, Bennett?”
He flinches when I say his name. “I’m struggling with you.”
My fork stills as I slowly turn to look at him. “Me? Why?”
His neck tightens and a vein protrudes. “I find myself struggling with our arrangement.”
“How so?” I delicately cut into my meat and pop a small bite into my mouth.
“I find myself thinking about you when I shouldn’t be.”
Talk about a backhanded compliment. “What would you like to happen moving forward, Mr. President?”
“Bennett,” he corrects again. “I want to get to know you, Reece.”
This is dangerous territory, and I’m not prepared for this. “In a fantasy world, I’d like that. But, this isn’t an alternate universe, this is real life.” I still my hands and place the flatware on the plate. “You’re the president, and I’m an escort. That’s all this is, and all it ever will be.”
Bennett’s face blanks as he stares ahead and pulls his shoulders back. “It’s been a long day,” he says, essentially cutting this line of conversation.
This isn’t how I wanted this to go. I stand and move beside Bennett. He looks up at me and leans back in his chair. I reach for his napkin and throw it on his dinner plate before climbing on top of him. “What can I do to make it better for you?” I push my fingers through his hair, grab a fistful and tug his head back.
Bennett’s eyes close as a soft groan rumbles through him. Softly, I kiss his mouth before peppering light kisses across his defined jaw. He pulls me in closer and snakes his hands under his jacket to my lower back. I can feel his hard-on growing inside his pants. Grinding against him, I keep kissing his mouth while his fingers dig into me. “You’re addictive,” he whispers.
I move my hips against him, making Bennett groan with desperation. I unzip his pants and slide my hand to grasp his erection. “I think you’re enjoying this, Mr. President.” I tighten my fingers around his hard cock and gently pull while my thumb circles around the head. A small amount of pre-cum wets his slit. Bennett purses his lips together, concentrating on the feeling. I lean forward and playfully drag my teeth across his bottom lip before kissing him sensually. Bennett drags me even closer, trapping my hand between us as he lifts his right hand and slides it into the hair at the nape of my neck. He holds me in place as we kiss. His mouth tastes and ravages mine as he explores demandingly. Bennett flicks his tongue against my lips and quickly moves in to nibble.
Coyly, I move backward, not allowing him to kiss me anymore.
His eyes focus on my mouth, and he moves forward to kiss me again. But I tilt my head to the side, a small smile stretching my mouth. “It’s like that, is it?”
I cock an eyebrow and stare at him. Lifting my hand, I suck on my fingertip. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Bennett intently watches as I drag my finger down my chin, angle my head back, and keep dragging my finger across the edge of my corset.
“Fuck,” he grumbles. He leans forward and buries his head in my cleavage. He licks, sucks and lightly bites, scraping his teeth across my sensitive and heated skin. “I want you, Reece.”
“Condom.” He sticks his hand into the suit jacket I’m now partially wearing, takes out a condom and tears the foil packet. “Let me.” I take the condom from him and while rubbing him, I discreetly roll the condom over his cock. I lean back, lift myself up, and sink down on his erection.
“Fuck,” he sighs as he stares deeply into my eyes.
