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“It was a modest salary with your investments.”
“You earn four hundred thousand.”
“That’s public record,” I say, not sure where she’s going with that.
She holds her finger to her lip. “Shhh, I have a secret. Don’t tell the IRS, but what I declared wasn’t anywhere near what I earned.” The smirk on my face slightly falls. “You can’t afford me.”
I lift my brows as I relax my arms by the chair. “Hmmm. We have a problem then.”
“No, we don’t. You do.” Her smile fades. “I’m not going to work for you, nor is this a good idea anymore.” She blinks several times and backs away. “Please, pull the Secret Service.”
“No.”
Reece’s shoulders slump slightly as she exhales a frustrated sigh. “Get rid of them, Bennett.”
I wag my finger at her. “You said we can never be, so it’s Mr. President,” I throw her words back at her. “And seeing as I’m the president, it’s my call on where I send the Secret Service. I want them watching you.”
“Stop being ridiculous. No.”
This is turning quickly. “I want you.”
“No!” she adamantly replies. “You can’t have me the way you want.”
“I can have anything I want, and I want you.”
“Great, because I’m for sale,” she says with seriousness.
“I want more,” I counter.
“Mr. President, all I can offer is my body and time.”
I stand and with determination I walk toward her. I grab her arms and pull her into me. “I want more,” I repeat and kiss her mouth with vigor. Reece’s body instantly reacts to mine. Our bodies are both on fire, each desperate for the other person. She pushes her chest into mine and lifts her leg to wrap around my hip.
“We can’t do this.” Her mouth says one thing, but her body betrays her. I tug on her other leg, making her jump up and wrap her other leg around my hips. “We shouldn’t do this.”
I walk us over to the bed and lay her down on it. Reece lifts her arms over her head, while I kiss her chin, down her neck, between her breasts and farther down, lifting her sweater to reveal her taut stomach. “We positively should do this.” I unbutton the top of her jeans and lick from one hip bone to the other. She brings her legs up to rest her heels on the edge of the bed. I stand and stare at her while unbuttoning my shirt.
“I have to say,” she begins as she props herself up on her elbows. “You deserve to be on all those lists.”
“Are we talking about my skills as president or other lists?”
“Other lists,” she says with a cute little smile.
“I thought we said we’re not discussing those.”
“You said you’re not discussing those.” She nibbles on her bottom lip as she watches me undress. “I, on the other hand, am really glad you’re on those lists.”
“The bane of my existence.”
“The youngest president to ever hold office, and the sexiest one too.” She waggles her brows at me suggestively.
Knock, knock. “Mr. President,” Liam calls through the door.
“Fuck!” I grumble. I quickly put my pants on, and loosely pull my shirt on and start buttoning it up. “Just wait there,” I instruct Reece.
“Do you want me wet?”
I run my hand over my neck and turn away from her. Smiling, I shake my head. “You’re going to be the death of me.” I walk over to the door, open it and step into the hall.
