Page 16 of Power
He straightens and lifts his chin. “Mr. President,” he says with his authoritarian voice.
Rubbing the back of my neck, I shake my head at Bennett. “Hmmm.” I run my tongue over my front teeth and cast a wary eye over his body. Standing straighter, I pull my shoulders back and say, “I’m sorry, Mr. President, my schedule is no longer open.” I turn to leave.
“Get back here, Reece!” he commands. His voice is deep and smooth, and damn it I shouldn’t like the way he speaks to me. But I do.
“Mr. President, I have a prior engagement,” I say as I reach for the door handle.
I don’t hear him come after me, but I feel his possessive fingers grip my arm as he swings me around. He pushes me up against the door, trapping me against his hard body. “We’re not done.”
There’s another knock on the door. “Mr. President,” Mark says with a little more desperation to his voice.
“Fuck,” he growls while staring me in the eyes. “I have to go, and I want you to stay until I get back so we can finish this discussion.”
I straighten, refusing to back down from him. “We’re done,” I say.
He pushes his body into mine, leans down and possesses my mouth. Our kiss is fevered, intoxicating and desperate. I find myself lifting my hands to push him away, but my body is betraying me. Bennett grabs my hands, holding them in one of his. “Don’t.” He thrusts into me, showing me how hard he still is. “You make me wild, Reece.”
I force myself to turn my head from him. The scruff of his beard scratches at my face. “You have to go.”
Bennett leans his forehead against mine and takes a long breath. I can smell myself all over him. He finally releases my hands and steps back. “Come to the state dinner.”
“I’m sorry, I’m unavailable,” I say, holding onto my resolve.
Bennett closes his eyes and purses his lips together. He visibly gulps and slowly opens his eyes. Walking over to the door, he opens it and looks to Mark. “Could you please make sure Reece makes it home safely?”
“Of course,” Mark says and looks to me.
I walk out and follow Mark to the elevator. A part of me wants to turn around and see if Bennett is standing there, but another part doesn’t want to know.
I guess, we’re done. For good.
It’s for the best. Nothing good could come from this.
