Page 72 of His Red Carnation

I bit my lip hard to stay quiet as I gripped the sheets beneath me, his hips slapping hard and quickly against my ass. His hand was suddenly at my neck, and he slowly began to squeeze as his breath quickened. As the friction of my clit rubbed against the bed, along with Callan’s cock pushing in and out of me, my pussy began to seize with pleasure, and my moans were low as my airflow depleted. I heard a faint chuckle in my ear as he took his other palm and pushed it against my mouth, trying to quiet me,but then a deep and low grunt escaped his throat as he released his hands from me. I gasped as I caught my breath as Callan’s hips slowed to a stop, draining himself in me.

Even a quickie like that satisfied me beyond belief. The sheer fact that we were in the White House, with my parents just down the hall and security detail practically outside my door, turned me on immensely. Was it the thrill of possibly being heard or caught? Or was it because I was free to fuck Callan in my bed without anyone being able to stop us?

Callan finally pulled out of me and lay on his side, wrapping his arms around my hips and pulling me into a close cuddle, making himself the big spoon.

“Fuck, I don’t ever want to leave this spot,” he whispered in my ear. “My girl, naked against me, with my cum dripping out of her,” he went on, his voice deep and velvety.

As I giggled and backed my ass against him, there was a quick and sudden knock at the door. Callan and I jumped up like springs before a voice came through.

“Sloane, baby. We need you and Callan in the sitting room to discuss some things,” my mom called out calmly.

Callan let out a deep sigh, one that sounded like pure relief.

“Okay. We’ll be out in a minute,” I responded loudly.

I looked over at my nervous, beautiful man and laughed. “Let’s get back to that soon,” I said, pointing my eyes to the bed.

He laughed as he stood up and began to pull his boxer briefs and jeans on, shaking his head at me. “So fucking naughty,” he teased.

Five minutes later, Callan and I walked hand in hand down the hall to the yellow oval room. We found my parents sitting on the couch that faced the hall, and my dad’s already hardened expression turned into a glare as he glanced at me and Callan, his eyes trailing down to our clasped hands. I glanced at a few familiar faces, vaguely recognizing them as part of theadministration. They were scattered around in the armchairs, leaving the couch parallel to my parents open for us. Leo and Julian stood by the windows, watching us intently. Callan let go of my hand as we made our way to the couch, gesturing for me to go first. I sat stiffly across from my dad, while Callan sat next to me, across from my mom.

“Is it necessary for him to be here?” Dad asked through clenched teeth, clearly trying his hardest to keep it together.

“Yes,” I replied straightforwardly, holding my gaze with his.

“Sloane, we need to know if there’s anyone that’s been acting strangely with you,” Mom started, ignoring our staring contest. “Someone you know. We are trying to rule out people that you know first. The security team couldn’t trace the number because it’s a burner phone and it’s not giving off a location. They believe it’s been disposed of,” she explained.

My heart began to race.Someone I know?

“Where was Callan when you received the text?” Dad asked bitterly, his gaze now fixed on Callan.

“I wouldn’t do anything to hurt Sloane, Jake,” Callan responded quickly, a hint of anger in his voice.

“And where exactly wereyouwhen you received the text, Sloane?” Dad went on, turning toward me.

Does he thinkweplanned this? Does he think we’re both in on this?

“I was…” I began, wondering how truthful I should be. Did it really matter whereIwas?

“We were in Baltimore. She wanted to talk to Sarah, since you decided to delve into the past,” Callan answered, putting his elbows to the tops of his thighs. “And Sarah admitted to lying. That make you feel better now, Jake?”

Dad’s eyes widened and his face turned white. I wasn’t able to think about it before Mom cut in.

“See? I knew he wouldn’t do such a thing, Jacob,” Mom said, slapping my dad’s thigh with the back of her hand.

“How did you find Sarah?” Dad asked suspiciously, looking between me and Callan.

“What about that one boy, the governor’s son? James?” Mom asked quickly, diverting the topic.

Was it possible that it was James? Did he find out about me and Callan, get jealous, and decide to try to scare us? But why involve Dad in it?

“I don’t think so,” I said as I shook my head. “Why would he?”

“Because he fucking liked you, and you rejected him so now he’s trying to hurt you,” Callan concluded angrily.

“Get his name,” Dad said to the man sitting in the armchair beside him. “Check every device he has. Find out where he was when that text came through,” he demanded sternly as he stood up.

I shook my head, muttering to myself as I stared down at the floor, trying to focus. “No, it can’t be.”

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