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Grants lips twitch as I roll my hips. I’m sure I’m being ridiculous, but I mean it. I’ve craved this all freaking day. Seeing my husband become the most important man in the United States was sexy as hell.

“I won’t object if you help a little right now,” I say as I rock against him.

I expect him to tease me. What I don’t expect is for him to pull off one of the suction toys at the same time he slams upward, meeting my thrust. My orgasm is so intense that it steals my breath. It goes on and on, taking me higher than I’ve ever been before.

But then I feel a slight pop and more fluid gushes out of me. Grant and I both look at where we’re connected.

“Is that?—”

“I think my water just broke,” I say at the same time.

Grant meets my gaze, his eyes widening. “Oh my fucking god.”

Slowly, I climb off him. More fluid leaks as I grab my discarded nightshirt, putting it between my legs.

“The hospital bag is at the foot of the bed. We need to call the doctor and let her know I’m in labor.” I stop, wincing as I remove the other pleasure toy from my nipple. “I just had a contraction, so we’ll need to time them.”

Grant lies there like he’s in shock. Maybe he is.

I tap his foot. “You should take a shower before we go.”

That sends him into action. The difference in our speed is comical. He moves around like a madman, while I take my time getting ready. Somehow, we finish at the same time.

“Ready?”

I smile up at him. “As ready as I’ll ever be, Mr. President. Now, let’s go meet our daughter.”

28

Grant

***One month later***

“Hi, my sweet, sweet girl,” I say to my daughter.

Gracie Éowyn Carter blinks up at me, yawning. I can’t believe my sweet girl is a month old today. Time needs to slow the fuck down because I’m not ready for her to grow up.

Greer comes up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist.

“How’s our girl this morning?”

“Excited to meet her playmates,” I answer as I gently sway Gracie.

“Have you spoken to Alessandro since they arrived in town?”

My gaze goes to my wife’s. “I have.”

“Did he tell you he’s bringing his own security detail? Isa said he won’t let her and Luca out of the house unless they’re with them.”

“Can’t say that I blame him.”

Greer shakes her head. “I should have known you’d side with him.” She reaches for Gracie. “I’m going to see if she’ll eat a bit before everyone arrives.”

She carries our daughter to the rocking chair in the corner of the room. It was a gift from Somya and Corbin and has become Greer’s favorite spot to feed our daughter. Once seated, she lifts her shirt and unbuttons her bra. A moment later, our daughter is happily eating.

It’s a sight I’ll never tire of seeing.

By the time they’re finished, and Gracie has been burped and changed, Somya knocks at the door to our residence within the White House.

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