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“No. Now, turn around.” I do what he asks, and he pushes my head down so I’m bent over the table. He pulls my dress to the side and pushes the thong out of the way. “This is a nuisance.” I hear a tear and find he’s literally ripped my thong off me.
I look over my shoulder and laugh. “Don’t like them either?”
He unzips his pants and takes his cock out. Bennett runs his hand up and down his long, thick cock. “No, they were a hindrance.” He looks around the room and crinkles his brows.
“In my clutch.”
He points to me. “Stay exactly like that.”
“Yes, sir,” I say with a smirk. He walks over to retrieve my clutch, opens it, and grabs one of the condom packets. He tears the foil and takes the condom out, carefully rolling it on. “You look quite sexy in your suit pants with your cock hanging out while you’re rolling a condom on. Maybe we should take this to the Oval Office, and I crawl under the desk and blow you.”
He looks up slowly at me and shakes his head. “Have you got any idea how much I want that to happen?”
“You’re the commander in chief. You should make it happen.” I waggle my brows.
Bennett walks over to me, grabs my hips, and jerks me back. I can’t help but turn to watch as he props my body the way he wants it and lines himself up with my desperate pussy. He looks me straight in the eye, then impales me hard, causing me to jolt forward. “That’s it.” He stills for a second, closes his eyes and exhales a deep breath. “I need you to take all of me.”
Oh my God, please don’t tell me the president has already blown his load? He rolls his head back and lets out a hard sigh. You’ve got to be kidding me, already? He digs his fingers into my hips and pummels into me, again and again. Yes! I watch him and how intense he is while thrusting hard. Fuck, no wonder he graces the “sexiest man alive” lists. There’s a vein straining in his neck, and Bennett clenches his jaw as he drives his hard cock into me. He opens his eyes to catch me watching him. I glance to where we’re joined, forcing him to watch us fuck. He arches himself over me, and snakes his hand around the front so he can flick and play with my clit. The more he does this, the closer I get to my own satisfaction. Bennett coaxes a cry of desire out of me. “Hmmm.”
He bites my ear and whispers, “Beg me.”
“I need to come,” I purr. “Make me come.”
Bennett’s chest rumbles with a gruff. “Beg me,” his voice is heavy with delicious desire. He’s on the edge of his own release.
“Please, Mr. President, fuck me until I come hard around your cock.”
He stops rubbing my clit, pushes his fingers into the base of my head, and tugs on my hair. His grip is strong, though gentle as he massages my scalp with his fingertips. His mouth comes down on mine as he plunges himself into me over and over again. A gasp ripples through him as his hips slow and eventually stop. My mouth is concealing Bennett’s moan. He loosens his grip and lays his head on my back for no more than a few seconds before he pulls out of me and tucks himself back into his pants. He really needs to go throw that condom out. “You can use my bathroom to clean up.” Bennett doesn’t meet my eyes again. He turns and heads over to a small bar he has in his bedroom.
I know the deal. This is where I go to the bathroom, clean up, come out, smile and say, “Have a good evening.” So, that’s what I do, because my job is done for tonight. When I leave the bathroom, I see Bennett standing by the window looking out, nursing a drink. He doesn’t even acknowledge me. “Have a good night, Mr. President,” I say as I pick my clutch up and walk toward the door. I place my hand on the handle, push down and open the door. There’s been a shift in the air, something’s happened for Bennett to be totally quiet. Although, who am I kidding? He’s been my client twice, maybe this is his normal MO. I guess, since he’s paying me, he can be any way he wants. Mark’s standing opposite the door. He peers inside, then looks to me. “I need to get home, Mark.”
“Of course, Miss Maxwell.” Mark leads me over to the elevator and presses the down button.
The entire drive home, I can’t get his rapid cold change of demeanor out of my mind. Well, at least if this happens again, I know to prepare myself. He goes from demanding to guilt-ridden in a moment. It’s not like I haven’t dealt with this before.
He’s only a job, Reece.A paying client. Nothing more, and nothing less. He’s like every other man who pays me for my company.
