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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

GARNER

A hot flush washed through my body as soon as he said the word “love” in reference to me. I guess a part of me had already known it, had felt it for several years.

Kenan Harper loved me. He cared for me like I was precious. I’d excused or explained it away as simply part of doing his job, but deep down I’d known the truth.

No other bodyman would care for their president the way he’d always cared for me. He noticed when I hadn’t eaten. He noticed when I was exhausted to the point of making mental mistakes. And he noticed when I was overwhelmed or depressed. During the midterm elections, when there’d been several key congressional seats that would take all night to be decided, I’d found a colorful children’s book on my dresser in the residence. It was called Patrick Picklebottom and the Longest Wait and was about how hard it was to be patient.

I’d snorted and caught myself grinning in the antique mirror above the historic dresser. The only person who could have possibly put it there, and the person who most intimately knew how much the wait was killing me, was Kenan.

“You love me.” I’d meant it as a question, but as soon as the words leapt off my tongue, I’d known them to be true.

His cheeks flushed a surprising deep red. “I don’t want to pressure you.”

I pulled his shirt open and shoved it off his shoulders. “You’re one of the only people in my life who’s never made me feel pressured.”

He blew out a breath. “Good.”

My hands moved to his pants. They were already open, so I pushed everything off before moving my hands around to feel his ass cheeks. He was muscular and fit, with an ass I’d caught myself staring at many, many times. Even one of the women on my staff had mentioned what a great ass Commander Harper had. Not to me, of course, but to some of the other staffers who’d been gossiping outside the Roosevelt Room one afternoon.

And now, Kenan was mine.

“I…” I wanted to admit my serious feelings too, to let him know so he wouldn’t wonder about it. But it was nearly impossible for me to say the words.

He grinned and pulled my shirt down until it pinned my arms to my sides. “You what?”

I squeezed his ass, happily content for my hands to be frozen in that particular place. “I have feelings for you too.”

“Feelings?” he teased. “What kind of feelings, President Ashley?”

My cheeks heated at the title. He was doing it on purpose to toy with me. “Strong feelings,” I admitted. “L-…lovely feelings.”

He finished pulling off my shirt before reaching to cup my face again. His leaking cock, still wet with my saliva, brushed the front of my pants before he pressed even closer.

“I’ll take lovely,” Kenan said on a soft laugh before leaning in to kiss me. It was tender and soft, nothing like the sexually charged moments from earlier. I felt worshipped and adored. Not rushed. Not pushed.

I tried to tell him what I really meant, what I really felt, with my kisses and touches.

“I want you inside me,” I finally confessed against his warm lips. “Please, Commander.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

KENAN

That was all I needed to hear. I felt his love for me in every touch. Hell, in the very fact of his willingness to risk everything by being alone with me, half-naked aboard Air Force One.

I pulled back and instructed him to finish undressing and get on the bed. Garner watched me as I moved to the small bathroom and rooted around in his toiletry kit.

Since I was the one who packed him for these trips, I knew there was a small bottle of personal lubricant included in his Dopp kit. If he ever wanted to pleasure himself, I wanted to make sure there was always something available to him. Watching the level drop in the bottle with each trip had been an excruciating turn-on.

Refilling it had always made me hard.

I’d never dreamed I’d be using it with him on one of these trips. That I’d be using it on him.

When I returned to the bedroom, Garner was stretched out on his back, fully naked. His hand stroked his cock as he watched me approach. Gone was the deer-in-headlights look, the stark fear radiating off his entire body. He seemed eager and happy, at least until his fears began encroaching again.

I still didn’t know whether this was a one-off, something he’d only allow in a moment of weakness, or not, but it didn’t matter. I would take what he was willing to give. And gladly.

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