Page 46 of An Impossible Love
Chapter Twenty
Emmy and Orin knew that their affair would be difficult, and certainly not a regular thing, but after Orin’s words of warning, Emmy was surprised how easy it was to sneak into the president’s bedroom with Duke’s help. “You realize you are absolutely my pimp now,” she hissed at him as they walked through the passageway under the White House to the private residence.
Orin was waiting for her inside the bedroom, and going against protocol again, he locked the door. “Hey, beautiful.” He bent his head to kiss her, and as their lips met, Emmy forgot about protocols, responsibility, and everything else.
“Hey yourself, Mr. President,” she smiled, breathless as they broke apart.
Orin grinned, stroking her hair back behind her ears. “It’s been a month, and every night I think of you.”
Emmy nodded. “Me, too. It’s been, I have to say, a weird time. Can we sit for a while? Just talk?”
“Of course, baby.”
She felt a thrill go through her at the epithet, and as his hand closed around hers, leading her to the couches in front of the fire, she again felt that feeling of safety. Orin wrapped his arm around her shoulders and smiled down at her. “So, is this going to be a discussion on how reckless we’re being?”
Emmy chuckled softly. “Well, we are, but that’s beside the point. Orin, I’m going to recuse myself from your protection entirely.”
He sighed but nodded. “I understand. God, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s my decision. I’ve spent the last week weighing everything up and I think…” she swallowed hard, “I think I need to tell Lucas Harper of our relationship. It isn’t fair on Duke or Moxie or you. You have a country to run, and I’m a distraction.”
“If Lucas knows… he could fire you.”
She nodded. “He could, and maybe he should. I’ll offer to resign.”
“Wait… no.” Orin stood up and paced, his handsome face creased with distress. “No, that isn’t fair, Emmy, I got us into this.”
“Excuse me, Mr. President, but I was awillingparticipant. I knew what I was doing, I knew that professionally, it was wrong.”
“God.” Orin shook his head. “Emmy, why should you have to—”
“Orin, come on. You’re the president. Look, I can go into private security, be a consultant… there are plenty of options. Hell, I might even retrain as something else. Go back to school. I have a lot of options.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “And you’ve decided all this in only a month?”
Emmy almost lost her nerve. She had been practicing this speech for the last two days, but Orin was onto her. The thought of leaving the Secret Service was killing her, but she hated the sneaking around, and somehow, the thought of not being with Orin was even worse.
She’d argued with herself all month.You’ve slept with him, okay, but giving up your job?But Orin Bennett had brought her back to life. Since then, she’d felt a weight lift from her, and even Marge and her friends had noticed.
Orin sat back down beside her. “I can’t give you up. I’m sorry if that makes me monumentally selfish, but it’s the truth. I want you by my side, Emmy, as my partner, and I don’t want to hide.”
Emmy nodded and leaned over to kiss him. Something inside her wanted him to protest more, but what did she expect? He was the President of the United States, and she was just an agent.
And now his lover. “I don’t want to talk anymore,” she said softly, and Orin nodded, taking her in his arms.
“Emmy… what you’re giving up for me, I can never repay.”
He kissed her tenderly and then drew her to her feet. They walked to the bed and began to strip each other slowly. Emmy stroked his face, noticing he looked tired. “Are you okay?” She asked, and he nodded.
“Just this Ellis crap. It doesn’t seem to be going away.”
Emmy kissed him. “Let me be a distraction for just tonight. If Lucas lets me keep my job, I’ll do everything in my power to help you. Hell, even if he doesn’t, I’ll—”
She was silenced by Orin’s lips fierce against hers, and she kissed him back as he swept her into his arms and into bed. She could feel his cock, huge against her thigh, and she wrapped her legs around him. “Don’t wait, baby.”
Orin rolled a condom down over his cock and smiled down at her. “You are utterly intoxicating, Ms. Sati.”
She grinned, and as he thrust into her, she tightened her arms around him, her lips against his as his cock plunged deep inside her welcoming, wet cunt. His fingers were on her clit, massaging it, teasing it until both her clit and her cunt were spasming with pleasure, and Emmy’s body trembled with ecstasy.
