Page 82 of Takeover

She runs her hands across my pecs, and when I thrust my hips up, she lets out a soft whimper and grinds slowly into me.

“Maybe we can have a caucus, Mr. President. A nice, long, and slow caucus, sir.”

“Mmhmm,” I say as I run my nose along the side of her throat. The smell of Chanel No. 5 assails my senses, taking me back to the first day we met. “I have a very long and big caucus for you.” I slowly slide my hand down her back. She tenses on top of me, and I know she’s expecting me to spank her. Instead, I squeeze her ass, grinding into her as much as I can. She moans again, and I slide my hand underneath the skirt, which has now ridden all the way up. “You’ve displeased me again,” I say. “I’ve warned you about not covering my pussy.” I spread her ass cheeks apart and run my fingertips in the apex of her ass.

“I thought it would be easier for me to have the caucus without panties.” I pull back and stare at her. She swallows and refuses to meet my gaze. “May I speak freely, sir?”

“You may, Ms. Taylor.”

“The truth is, I take the caucus much better without them, sir. I can absorb it so much more without the hindrance of panties.” She reaches for my jeans and undoes the first button. “If it would please you, sir?” she asks, tentatively, still not looking at me.

“Well, you are here to serve at my pleasure. Service me, Ms. Taylor.” I slide my hand down her bare ass and legs before leaning back in my chair. Slowly, I put my hands behind my head. She undoes my zipper and tries to pull down my pants. I don’t help her, and she gives up. She pulls my steel like cock out of my boxers, and it sits straight up. Even from where I’m sitting, I can see the bead of pre-cum on the tip.

She cradles my dick in her hands, and just that gentle touch has gotten me even harder. She swipes the tip with her thumb and puts it in her mouth. With the tip of her thumb still in her mouth, she holds my stare, and while she slowly rolls her hips, she sighs my name.

I hiss and look down at my dick. It’s in one of her small hands, and it’s like a steel pipe. The tip has darkened. It’s angry now, desperately in need of relief. Tara must sense my need. She gets off my lap and stands in front of me.

I unbutton her suit jacket with one hand. “Open your shirt.” She slowly unbuttons her shirt. My nostrils flare at the sight of her bare breasts. Without her bra, they are barely a handful, but my mouth waters at the sight of her taut nipples. I order her to come to me just with the tilt of my head. “Come closer. I want to suck your nipple.” She bends over me, and I take the little nub in my mouth, sucking and pulling. She slides both hands in my hair and pulls me closer. I put her nipple between my teeth and bite hard. She inhales and pulls on my hair, and I release her. “On your knees, Ms. Taylor. Now.”

Seconds later, she’s on her knees, kneeling between my legs. Her hot, wet tongue wraps around my cock, and even though I knew it was coming, her wet mouth takes me by surprise. She takes me deep, and just as I close my eyes to let my body enjoy my girl’s mouth on my cock, she lets it go.

“For my pleasure, Ms. Taylor,” I remind her. She stands up straight, straddles me, and my hands cover both breasts.

“You’ll really enjoy it when I take this caucus, sir.” She aligns herself over my dick and slowly slides down. Her head is thrown back and she places her hands on my shoulders. She rolls her hips and rides my dick. She moans softly, and I caress her soft skin. I admire how she looks, taking control, riding me while she takes something that was meant to be an insult and makes it our own.

I put my hands on her waist, pull her down to me. Her mouth lands on top of mine. My tongue wraps around hers as I take her in a savage kiss, kissing her so hard, I know her lips will be bruised. But I need to mark her as mine. She feels it too. Her riding becomes faster, more frenzied. She pulls my hair and moans my name in my mouth while I caress the back of her neck.

I thrust my hips, catching her by surprise. She rides me faster, harder. Her kisses deepen and I thrust again. She curses in my mouth and starts to shake. I finally break the kiss and wrap my arms around her, bringing her body to mine as she loses control in my arms. She throws her head back, and I admire her. Her hair is wild and free. Her shirt is practically in ruins and she has a bite mark on the side of her breast. At the sight of her coming undone on top of me, I stiffen even more inside of her. I thrust one more time and erupt, filling her so much that I feel my release leaking out of her onto my pants.

I pull her into my arms and kiss her lips, but gently this time. She sighs softly as I stroke the sensitive spot on the back of her neck.

“Was it pleasurable, sir?” She moans against my mouth. I kiss her again, too overcome with emotion to speak. I rest my forehead on hers and nod.

“Very,” I say when I finally catch my breath. “You can debrief me anytime, Ms. Taylor.”

“I intend to.”

“Come here,” I tell her. She wraps her arms around me and lays her head on my shoulder. “You’re amazing.” I pull her shirt back and kiss her shoulders. She has a spot on her right shoulder that’s covered with beauty marks, the only blemish on her otherwise flawless skin. “I love you so damn much.”

She continues to pant, and I slide my hand under her shirt and stroke her back. When she finally catches her breath, she pulls back, looks up at me, and says, “Why? Why do you love me so much?”

I link our fingers together and kiss the back of her hand. “Because you’re you. So beautiful.” She inhales when I rub the back of my hand along her cheek. “You love so fiercely, and you’re so loyal to those you love. Remember how angry you were at me when we first met? That’s because of your loyalty to your father. I thought you were a pain in the ass, but I respected you for that. I love the way you love me, and the way you love my son. And what you did this morning. You took something that was meant to be ugly and dismissive, and you turned it into something sexy between us.” I rest my forehead on hers again and kiss her nose.

“Yeah, you’re crazy about me.” A laugh escapes me, and she laughs too. She tries to get off my lap, but I hold her steady with one arm on the small of her back. I catch her eyes and hold her stare before I look down her body, through the opened shirt and the bare flesh underneath. I take my other hand and lay a hand on her stomach, and I get a vision of a round belly, filled with my child. She must sense it too, because she pushes my hand away and climbs off my lap before I can stop her.

“How about breakfast? I’m starving.” She takes off her shoes and starts to button her shirt.

I don’t want to burst our bubble, but I can’t help it when I stand up and grab her arm.

“Why do you avoid talking about that?” I ask her, holding on to her wrist.

“I already told you where I stand on that.” I open my mouth to tell her I want that too, but she puts a finger to my lips. “Let’s enjoy our day alone.” She wraps her free arm around my waist. “I want to make us breakfast, then I want us to get out of here and walk around this city like a couple of tourists.” She looks into my eyes, and I can see the excitement brimming in hers. I lean down and kiss her lips.

“Okay, but we’re revisiting this topic again soon.” She rolls her eyes and opens her mouth, but I say, “Go make my breakfast, woman.” She pokes me in my stomach, and when she turns around, I slap her ass.

46

The next month with Ethan and Vincent are full of activity. Elizabeth sent me flowers twice and requested I join her for lunch. I thanked her for the flowers but turned down lunch. I’m cordial when she visits the penthouse, which is often, but I never initiate conversation. In fact, I use that time to catch up on work or to get in a workout.

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