Page 43 of His Red Carnation

“Merci, thank you!” she smiled warmly.

“Would you mind returning the favor?” Callan asked, handing her his phone.

“Oui, yes!”

Callan wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me close and completely unafraid to show PDA in front of them. I smiled, clutching the back of his shirt.

“Gorgeous couple.Merci, thank you,” the woman said before handing Callan his phone back.

I felt a flutter of joy at hearing that we were a cute couple, something I knew Callan wanted to hear. I waved as they walked away, and then Callan swooped me into his arms, giving me a passionate, urgent kiss. As he pressed his body against mine, I felt his hard cock against my stomach. He let go of me, turned me around, and quickly pulled my leggings down. I leaned against a tree and looked around for any other signs of life.

“Let’s hurry, baby. I’m gonna fill your pussy up so you can have my cum dripping down your legs all the way back.”

I gasped as he quickly thrust himself into me, and he fucked me as we looked over the beautiful Pacific Ocean, just as I promised him.

18

Callan

Feeling Sloane’s arms wrapped around me while she sat behind me on the Harley felt like home. I wanted to keep driving until we reached the backwoods of Canada, where we could start a new life together—one where no one knew her as the President’s daughter or me as the “hot bodyguard.”

Hiking with Sloane and being able to hold her hand in public filled me with so much joy. I’d never felt anything even close to what I felt for her, not even with the liar who almost ruined my life. I shook my head at the thought; she didn’t deserve a place in my mind. I knew I had to tell Sloane about her someday, but I didn’t want her to think that what I was accused of was true. I didn’t want her to have any doubt about me. Everything was justtooperfect between us.

I knew it was stupid of me to fuck Sloane in public during our hike, but it was too fucking thrilling and my cock literally ached for her. She kept teasing me and she loved it—fuck,Ilovedit. I think she was starting to realize what power she had over me. A fucking eighteen-year-old would literally have me on my knees begging just to get a taste of her. I wouldn’t do this shit for anyone else. I realized she was it for me; if this didn’t work out, I didn’t want any other woman. I wanted to spend forever worshiping her. I wanted to die an old fucking man with Sloane on top of me.

We returned to the hotel late after cruising around the city, and I dreaded heading back to DC the next morning. We’d have to pretend we weren’t together, and I knew it was gonna fucking kill me. How was I supposed to wake up without her beside me every morning? After getting a taste of it for a few days, I never wanted to wake up alone again.

Maybe Sloane would want to stay with me. How fucking needy would that sound if I asked her to move in, even if it was just part-time? Ana knew about us, so there wouldn’t be much suspicion if she didn’t mention anything to Jake. I figured he was too busy being President to notice what was going on. But that thought brought an ache of guilt deep in my chest. What the fuck would happen when he inevitably found out? Maybe not this week or this year, but he would find out eventually, especially if Sloane and I became a real thing. Scratch that—we alreadywerea real thing.

I didn’t want to think about it anymore. Jake was the only piece of this puzzle I wasn’t sure I could face. Scrutiny from strangers? Sure, I’d get over it. But from Jake? That would be a different story. It would be bad. It would be really fucking bad.

“Let’s postpone our flight back,” Sloane whispered as my eyes began to shut in the dark.

We were cuddled together in bed, and after the hike and multiple rounds of fucking that day, I felt completely spent. But her words perked me right up.

“Yeah? For how long?” I asked, curiosity igniting.

She sighed. “I don’t know. Let’s go out to the desert and do more fun stuff before we have to face the real world.”

I smiled. “Like south of here? The Mojave Desert?” It didn’t matter—I was already in.

“I don’t care. Anywhere. Wait,fuck,” Sloane groaned. “There’s the state dinner on Friday. I told my dad I’d be there.”

I sighed. “Okay, we’ll go back, then we can plan another trip somewhere,” I said with a smile.

I heard her softly laugh. “UCLA next?”

I could easily picture us cruising down the Pacific Coast Highway on a Harley.

“Perfect.”

* * *

I was ready to go into full bodyguard mode at the airport, but luckily, I didn’t have to. Sloane and I were left unbothered the entire time, which allowed us the freedom to get handsy under the blanket in First Class again. She rested her head on my shoulder for half the flight, either reading or napping, and for the other half, we laughed together watching a goofy Adam Sandler movie. But as we got closer to DC, an uneasy feeling settled in. We’d be back in secret mode, and I fucking hated it.

Ana was quick to greet us when we returned.

“Well, hello you two.” She eyed us as we sat in the hallway near the piano, far apart from each other. It was killing me.

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