Page 35 of An Impossible Love
Back in her own cabin, Emmy came back down to earth. What the hell had just happened? Had she just agreed to be the President’s mistress? His fuck buddy? What was she thinking?
Duke came to find her later, and they went to dinner, although Emmy had no appetite. Emmy saw the president sitting at the top table talking to Mox. She looked away quickly, not wanting her face to turn red, or to give anything away. Still, when she was walking back to her cabin, and she and Duke were alone, she had a shock.
“So,” Duke said, his voice lower than normal, “the plan is this. You come to my cabin at nine p.m. Mox and the pres will go out for their normal late-night walk and talk. Pres will be wearing the same clothes as me and we swap. Pres comes to meet you.”
Emmy stopped, shocked to her core. “You know?”
Duke grinned. “Of course I know. Moxie and I have been plotting.” He studied Emmy’s reaction. “Don’t worry, babe, it’s all handled.”
Emmy blinked, shaking her head. “I always knew you were a pimp.”
Duke laughed loudly, attracting some attention, and he steered her away from the others. “Girl, damn it, just enjoy. You’re two people who are attracted to each other. Forget the job for one night. Scratch that itch.”
All night Emmy was waiting for someone to come tell her that it was all a prank, but she still went to Duke’s cabin at nine. Duke grinned at her. “Condoms in the night stand,” he said, making her blush.
Alone, she waited for Orin to arrive. Was she really doing this? She told herself it wasn’t relevant that she’d showered and shaved her legs just an hour ago. Thoughts of Zach flew into her brain, and she nearly changed her mind. She knew he would have never begrudged her happiness, but would he think she was being reckless?
There was a soft knock on the door and, taking a deep breath in, she opened the door. Orin stepped into the cabin, smiling at her. “Hey, there.”
“Hey.” Her voice was gravelly, and to distract herself from her nerves, she locked the door. Orin took her hand and led her into the living room, drawing her down with him as he sat on the couch. “Don’t be scared, Emmy. Nothing has to happen that you don’t want.”
She gazed at him, then leaned in. As soon as her lips touched hers, all doubts and concerns flew away. They kissed, softly at first, then as Orin’s fingers tangled in her hair, his tongue caressing hers, Emmy straddled him on the couch. “Touch me, please” she whispered, and he smiled, sliding his arms around her waist.
Emmy slid her hand down to his groin, cupping his long, thick cock through his pants, hearing him moan with arousal.No turning back now.
“I’m going to take you to bed now, beautiful Emmy.”
She nodded, and he stood and lifted her with ease, carrying her to the bedroom. Setting her down, he began to unbutton her dress as she pulled his shirt out of his pants. Their gazes met, and they both chuckled. “Can you believe this is happening?”
She shook her head. “No, but I’m going to go with it.”
Orin laughed and peeled her dress from her, sucking in a breath at the sight of her body. “Jesus, Emmy, you’re stunning…”
She silenced him with her mouth as she pushed his shirt open, then kissed his hard pecs as he fumbled with the clasp of her bra. She grinned as he cussed quietly, then Emmy reached around to unhook it. “Men and bras. You can rule the world, but give you a pretty standard bra clasp…”
Orin laughed then swept her down onto the bed, covering her body with his. He ran a hand slowly over her belly. “I’ve been fantasizing about you since the first day we met.”
Emmy gave him a mock-disapproving look. “Mr. President, you have a country to run.”
Orin grinned. “And as your president, I must tell you, that I intend to conquer your South…”
As he made his way down her body, Emmy giggled. “That was such a bad joke, so, so…oh!”
His mouth was on her sex, his fingers having already tugged her panties down her legs, and as his tongue lashed around her clit, Emmy began to tremble, giving up the last of her control.
Orin Bennett, she decided, was aspectacularlover. He made her come, his tongue flicking her clit until she was crying out his name, her limbs liquid, her mind whirling.
As she panted, he moved to take her nipples into his mouth, each in turn, nibbling and sucking at them until they were almost unbearably sensitive. Emmy had his cock in her hands, stroking and massaging it against her belly until it was diamond-hard and trembling.
She helped him roll a condom down his large cock, and he hitched her legs around his waist. He looked down at her with gentle eyes. “One last time… are you sure?”
Emmy nodded, and with one long thrust, Orin was inside her, both of them sighing with the release of the tension between them. They moved together, Emmy tightening her thighs around his waist as his cock buried itself deeper and deeper inside her. They kissed as they made love, breathless and smiling. Their bodies fit together so perfectly that Emmy could hardly believe this was their first time.
She felt so small and precious next to his big body, and it was a feeling she didn’t know well. Weirdly, she felt safe with him, even though it washerjob to protecthim,and she told him that. Orin smiled down at her. “Good. I want you to feel safe. It kills me that your job is to protect me, but I’m selfish. I want you around.”
Neither of them felt like talking any longer as they drove each other on to an explosive, all-consuming orgasm. Emmy let herself go, losing herself in this man, clawing at his back, kissing him passionately. Orin dominated her body as she neared climax, and when he snaked his hand down to massage her clit, he sent her over the edge and her back arched up, her head rolled back, and she gasped as she came, her body vibrating with the sweetest sensation.
“God, Orin…Orin…”
