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I ride him, making sure to take it slow enough for both of us to enjoy ourselves. Bennett firmly pulls me down, his fingers trembling with urgency as he digs them into my heated flesh. “That’s it,” I whisper as I roll my hips. “That’s it.”
Bennett lowers his head and laves his tongue down my neck, leaving a wet trail of need and lust. “Fuck.” His sexual hunger reaches a new level as he stands, grabs both my wrists and pins me to the table while he raises my left leg over his shoulder and thrusts into me. “I’m in you so deep.” He plunges into me, over and over again. I try to reach up to kiss him, but the way he has arranged my body, all I can do is lift my other leg.
Suddenly, he stops, falls to his knees and fucks me with his mouth. His tongue is magic, drawing me closer and closer to my own release.
Knock, knock, knock.“Mr. President,” I recognize Mark’s heavy voice.
Bennett pulls back, leaving me needing for him to finish. “What?” he yells.
“You’re needed,” Mark replies.
There’s a slight pause from Bennett. “Fuck,” he complains. He stands and offers me his hand to help me up. “I have to go.”
I shrug out of his suit jacket and hold it out to him. “I’m surprised this is the first time it’s happened.”
He smirks as he wipes his mouth. “I should wash my face, but if I’m being honest, I like having your taste on my tongue.”
“You’re a deviant.” I smile, sliding off the edge of the table and looking for my coat. Bennett grabs it, walks over and holds it out so I can shrug into it. “Thank you.”
Once I fasten my coat, he stands in front of me and gently cups my face. “I’m sorry I didn’t have the time to make you come.” He kisses my forehead and wraps his arms around me.
“You do have a country to run, and these things happen. The last president I was with was always running off to save his country,” I tease.
I feel Bennett’s body tighten as he pulls back and stares at me. “I’m not particularly keen on knowing you’re with other men.” I blink as I stare at him. Is something developing between us? “Tomorrow night,” he says.
“I’m sorry, but I’m unavailable until Thursday.”
He steps back and runs his hand through his hair. “I have the state dinner for the New Zealand Prime Minister on Thursday.” Bennett shakes his head and sighs. “It was supposed to be last week, but there was an emergency and the Prime Minister had to postpone her trip.” He taps his finger to his chin. “Come to the dinner with me.”
My brows shoot up in surprise. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Will there be reporters there?”
“Of course.”
“All it’ll take is one reporter to start asking questions, and you can pretty much forget about reelection.”
He looks down and shoves his hands into his pockets. “Trust me, that thought has crossed my mind.” Bennett shakes his head and softly sighs. “Come, but not as my date.”
“No,” I say forcefully. “I won’t do it.”
“Don’t worry about me, I can handle myself.”
“But my daughter can’t.” I look up to him. “I’m sorry, but no.”
“What if you come with your friend. It’s Tash, isn’t it?”
My shoulders sink forward as I openly stare at him. “You’re kidding me, right?”
“What?”
My stomach clenches as I walk toward the door. “You’re unbelievable.” He opens his mouth, but I hold my hand up to him. “No. This.” I gesture between us. “Means you don’t get to say anything. Your invasion of my privacy is astounding.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know about Tash? Do you also have a profile on her too?” His silence is a clear admission. “I can’t believe you, Bennett.”
