Then, I turned in his arms, wrapping them around his neck. “Thank you for the orgasm, Mr. President.”
He smiled, resting his forehead against mine. “You’re welcome, First Lady.”
I cupped his erection, squeezing it. “Do you want me to return the favor?”
“I want nothing else at the moment, but we can’t. Everyone on the other side of the door—” he gestured with his head, “—knows we were up to something in here. Let’s not give them more to discuss.”
Well hell, that was going to be awkward.
“You started it. It’s your fault.”
He stepped back, offering me his hand. “This is the one thing I will happily take the blame for.”