Page 55 of His Red Carnation

“I love you. Do you know that?” I wanted to shout it from the rooftop. In fact, I fucking might once I told Jake.

She gave me a soft laugh. “I love you too,” she said in her cute, hoarse morning voice.

“Last night was fucking amazing, baby,” I continued, feeling better this morning than I had in a long, long time.

She nestled her nose into my chest and wrapped her arm around me. “It really was. I love that we can explore sexually with each other.” Now she was fully awake.

I laughed quietly. “You tell me what you wanna do and I’ll do it. Any fucking thing, any fucking time,” I said confidently.

She laughed back. “Let’s get breakfast. Maybe go outside of the city or something.”

“Like where?”

“Maybe like, a little town in Maryland or something. Let’s just hop on your motorcycle and find something.”

I smiled to myself. “You like riding on a bike with me, huh?”

She giggled. “So what if I do?”

I suddenly sat up and hovered over Sloane, pinning her arms down on either side of her.

“Does it turn you on?” I teased, staring down into her big, brown eyes.

She bit her lip and began to breathe heavily. I loved how easily she got turned on for me. “Yes.”

“Yeah? It gets your perfect pussy wet?” I went on, pressing my hard cock onto her belly.

She smiled. “So fucking wet. Just for you, Daddy.”

That was all it took. I fucked her hard, making her gorgeous little mouth moan out my name, and we showered afterward and headed out to find a diner.

We rode for about thirty minutes before spotting a diner off the highway. It was nestled in a small town in Maryland, and I knew why Sloane had wanted to come here—there wouldn’t be dozens of people staring at her like they did in the big cities.

The diner was tiny—the smallest I had ever seen—sandwiched between a few other businesses. We walked in, and there were only a few patrons seated. Sloane wore a baseball cap, as if that would make her less recognizable; anyone who glanced her way would still know she was the stunning fucking daughter of the President. The way her tits looked in her tight T-shirt would have anyone’s attention, really.

We sat in a booth by the window and looked over the menu. I could tell Sloane was excited to be out without being noticed. I wondered if she would still be as popular when Jake wasn’t president anymore. I knew that was something she thought about.

After Sloane ordered an omelet and I opted for Belgian waffles, she sighed and smiled, tilting her head at me.

“I really love being with you,” she said earnestly.

Fuck, my heart melted.“I love being with you too, baby,” I smiled.

She glanced around briefly before reaching for my hand on the table. I didn’t care who saw; I took her hand in mine and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“I want to tell Jake soon,” I blurted out.

Sloane’s face fell. “Why?” She pulled her hand away.

I looked out the window, letting out a sigh as my empty hands rested on the table. “Because I want us to be together.Reallybe together. I don’t want to hide anymore, baby,” I explained.

Her brows knitted together as she stared at me. “He’s going to fire you. You won’t get to be around as much,” she argued.

I shrugged. “So what? I’ll find another job. You can be with me at my apartment. We’ll figure it out. You’re eighteen, baby. You don’t need his permission, even if heisthe fucking President,” I joked.

She didn’t laugh. “What about…your friendship?” she asked hesitantly.

I paused before answering. “You’re more important.” It was the truth; this girl, the love of my life, mattered more than my twenty-year friendship. Admitting it was hard, but I knew it was true.

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