Page 36 of An Impossible Love
He buried his face in her neck, his lips against her throat as he came, groaning her name quietly but with such intensity it thrilled her. As they recovered, he cradled her in his arms, his eyes shining. “You made this old man very happy, Emmy.”
She chuckled. “Not so old.”
He stroked her hair back from her face. “Thank you for trusting me, Em. I’m aware, in my position, this could be seen as an abuse of power. If you ever, ever feel like that…”
“I won’t. I have my own agency, Orin.” She sighed. “I meant what I said. When I’m on duty, this never happened.”
“Understood. And look, only Mox and your friend Duke know. We’ll keep it that way. For now.”
Emmy smiled, a little relieved. Orin kissed her and went to the bathroom to deal with the used condom.
I just fucked the President of the United States.She stared up at the ceiling of the cabin. She knew she should be—what? Ashamed? She was anything but. It had seemed so right. Looking at it logically, both she and Orin were single people—no.Emmy knew what she had done was reckless, stupid, and could endanger her job, but she couldn’t regret one moment with this man.
She sensed his scrutiny. He was leaning on the door jamb of the bathroom, looking at her. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice tender. “Just look at you.”
He came back to bed and lay down beside her, sweeping his hand down her body. “Every inch of you.” He trailed his lips along her jaw, then kissed the hollow at the base of her throat, before propping his head up on his elbow. “We can make this work, Emmy.”
She didn’t really know what he meant when he said ‘this’ but for now, she would just assume sleeping together, although who knew how it would work when they were back at the White House.
But then her attention was taken by Orin making love to her again, and Emmy knew that whatever happened, her life had changed forever.
