Page 19 of Power
I pace inside my room as I wait for Mark to bring Reece to me. Nursing my scotch, I keep looking at the time waiting for her. My heart is pounding, because I know how feisty Reece is. She’s not going to like me doing this, but I don’t care. She makes me crazy with her childish behavior.
Thankfully, I don’t need to wait for long, because the door opens, and Reece barges in. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” she shouts. I can’t help but smile as I cast my gaze over her body. “Is this amusing to you?” She pokes her finger into my chest.
I’ve always seen Reece dressed impeccably, with beautiful makeup and her hair always done. “This is by far my favorite look of yours.” I draw my gaze up and down her body. She looks down at her jeans, oversized sweater, and sneakers. “I prefer for you to be naked though.” I take a step back from her and shove my hand in my pocket while lifting the glass to my lips. “Drink?”
“You’ve completely overstepped every boundary known to man.”
“I’m the president of the United States, I don’t have boundaries.”
Reece snorts and shakes her head. “You’re fucking demented. I’m going home.” She turns to leave my room.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“Why?” she spits over her shoulder at me.
“Mark won’t let you leave.”
Reece stops short of the door, her hand stills for a brief second before she slowly pivots and stares at me. “You had your Secret Service agent track me down, throw me over his fucking shoulder and bring me here—for what?”
“He did what?” I ask, suddenly annoyed at Mark for manhandling Reece. I scramble past her to tear the fucking door off the handles and kill Mark.
“What are you doing?” Reece darts her hand out and clamps my arm to restrain me.
“He touched you.”
“Yes, he did, because that’s what you told him to do, Bennett.” She lowers her gaze to look at where her hand is gripping my arm. She takes in a deep breath, straightens and calmly squeezes my forearm. She opens her mouth and pants lightly. Jesus, she’s affected by me, just like I am by her. “What’s happening?” her voice is dripping with desire.
I swing to face her, lacing my fingers through her hair and lowering my mouth to take Reece’s. “I miss the taste of your pussy on my lips,” I mumble against her mouth.
Reece pushes me backward until my back finds the door of my room. She thrusts her body into mine. “Is this what you want?” Reece nips at my chin before licking down my neck. “Is this what you want?” Our intensity is stirring a strong response deep in my gut.
“I want you,” I admit. “Every part of you.”
She breaks our connection and takes a step backward. Reece wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “Boundaries, Bennett. Learn them.” I move toward her, but she holds up her hand. “No.”
I despise not being able to touch her when I want. “Reece...”
She silences me with a hardened glare. “Boundaries,” she repeats before moving past me and opening the door. “Can you please take me home, Mark?” Mark looks in and meets my gaze where I give him a small nod.
“Of course, Miss Maxwell.”
She walks out without a second look.
Fuck!
What the hell is wrong with me?
Thursday
Knock, knock.
“Yeah,” I call as I straighten the tuxedo’s bowtie as I dress for tonight’s state dinner. The door opens, and Liam strolls in. His jaw is tight, and he shoves his hands into his pockets. “What’s wrong?”
“Mr. President, there’s a small problem.”
“What is it?”
“One of the guests has been flagged by the Secret Service.”
