Page 9 of The Press Secretary's Passion
He lets go of my nipple with a pop, taking his hard cock in his hand and guiding it to my opening before he thrusts deep inside me. I let out a gasp at the intrusion, and he doesn’t let me adjust to the thickness of him as he fills me over and over.
His body covers mine completely, and I slide my hands up the back of his T-shirt and score my nails down his skin as he takes me. And he does take, but he also gives, because with each punishing drive, he brings me closer and closer to the orgasm that’s barreling down on me.
I pant and grasp and just hold on as he pounds into me over and over, and then like an elastic band that’s been stretched too far, I snap. I was wrong about the climax that I knew would be huge. It isn’t huge; it destroys me. It wrecks me as it ravages through me, so much so that I’m only able to register Ryan’s snarl as he comes.
And then he’s silent.
He’s so quiet and still as his breathing settles, and I feel something not good fill the room. I should have braced, but I didn’t, because I foolishly thought we were having a moment. Ryan and I had come together, and it was more than stolen touches this time. I let it come into my head that maybe he had come to care for me when he had given no indication so. But I find out that I was wrong, so very wrong, when he slaps the tile next to my head with his palm.
And then he pulls out quickly and rolls, pushing up to his feet. He keeps his back to me as he tucks himself back in his jeans and does up the buttons and then his belt. And the whole time, he stays so fucking silent that my heart begins to sink right through my body and down to the cold floor he’s left me on.
“Ryan?” I ask, and I hate that my voice sounds soft and unsure, because that is not who I am or who I ever want to be. And furthermore, I do not like that he’s made me sound that way. But still, right now, I can’t help it. And I am sorrier when he turns around and glares at me.
“You got your piece of my dick, duchess, but you won’t get your fancy claws in me,” he snarls. “This was it. There won’t be a repeat.”
“What?” I whisper, horrified. I feel heat hit my face, and I grab at the parted material of my blouse, trying to cover myself belatedly.
“You heard me,” he says. “You got one fuck, and now we’re done.”
“Nice mouth,” I snap.
“Manners come with the uniform,” he replies, drawing my attention to the jeans I had never seen him in before, the ones that fit him so very well. “But they’re not for you.”
And with that parting shot, he turns on his heels and slams my front door behind him, leaving me sprawled on the floor of my foyer half dressed, with his cum slipping out of my body.
“I think I made a mistake,” I say to myself before I push to stand and feel the sting of muscles that haven’t been used in a while. I lock the front door, and then I walk upstairs to my bedroom and undress. I pull on a heavy, oversized sweatshirt that falls to my knees. I don’t bother brushing my hair or washing my face. What’s the use? There’s no sense in tending to the outside when the inside is looking so ugly.
And then I climb under the covers of my big bed all alone and think about each and every choice I’ve made in my career and in my life that led me to this moment. I feel each one, I own it, and then I let it go before I finally let myself drift off to sleep on my pillow damp with tears, knowing I’m always going to be all alone, and that’s okay. I’ll make peace with it.
“President Chancellor Vetoes Global Bill”
Chapter 2
Vetoed
“Good morning, everyone,” I say to the room when I step up to the podium. “President Chancellor has vetoed House Bill 2250.”
The room is silent for a moment, and then it explodes with a cacophony of voices. Every single reporter in the room is shouting questions at me and all at the same time.
This morning when I entered the White House offices, the official notice had gone out throughout my office. The president had decided early this morning that he was going to veto the bill that would take the bulk of the weapons, money, and global power that the United States holds and give it to several nations who harbor hostility toward the U.S.
“While I’m sure you all have many questions, this is developing now,” I explain. “The President has not hidden his concerns over what he considers a dangerous bill that was laid out to the house floor. President Chancellor has expressed these concerns at length and had many productive talks with the members of Congress. And after asking many questions, the president feels that he and the American people have been left with less answers and more questions.
“So at this time, he is exercising his right to veto. Thank you. That will be all for today.”
And then I turn and walk out of the room to the tune of questions shouted at my back.
“Holy shit, Jules,” Carter, Grace’s assistant, says when I clear the doors and am in the staff-only hallway. “That was fucking hot as hell. If I was into girls, I would be totally into you.”
I bark out a laugh. Carter is such a good guy. I’ve known him and his husband for years, because he worked with Grace in New York, and we all swam in the same circles. His comments go a long way to elevate my mood.
“Thanks, Carter.” I smile at him.
“Grace sent me,” he says. “She said you were having a shit day and wanted to know if you’d like her to watch you drink a bottle of wine before she has someone take you home.”
“That’s so Grace.” I laugh. Just because she’s adorably pregnant and can’t drink, she doesn’t want me to go home alone after a long day. And she doesn’t even know the half of what happened with Ryan.
“I know, right?”
