Page 20 of Mister President

To my surprise, he wrapped his arms around me by the counter. After I set the drink and wine down, he turned me to face him. I held my breath unintentionally as he spoke.

“With me being territorial over you, it gives you priority in my life because you belong to me. I protect you. I take care of you. I value you. I look after you. I invest in you. I provide for you when you let me. What’s wrong with that?”

Before I could respond, EJ came into the kitchen. His eyes lit up at the sight of Elias, and I was glad I kept him joining us a secret. We grabbed our snacks and headed into the living room, where we watched two movies that fought to keep my attention. I kept thinking back on Elias’s words. If I allowed him to, I knew there would be so much more that he’d do for me. That meant a lot to me, regardless of how Mama downplayed it.

To test my theory, I sent him a picture of the Hermes couch I’d been looking at. It was damn near a hundred thousand dollars, and even though I could afford it, I’d been dragging my feet—or should I say wallet. I wanted the armchairs that matched too. After he looked at the picture, he looked over at me across EJ’s head.

“That shit is fly as hell. I love that color.”

“I know, right? It’s a tad darker than peanut butter and would look so good with the paintings in here that your brother did.”

“You want it?” he asked, looking back down at his phone.

“I think so.”

“What else? Does it come like a set?”

My cheeks lifted as I smiled. “Not technically but it does have matching chairs and some lamps and benches and stuff that goes with it.”

“How much you need?”

“Oh. No. I—”

His tongue rolled over his teeth as he looked over at me. “Half a mil? Is that enough?”

Blinking rapidly, I swallowed hard and nodded softly. “That’s probably too much.”

“I’ll wire you that in the morning and you can use it to get whatever you want.”

My shoulders slumped as my eyes watered. It wasn’t the money he was so willing to spend on me. It was the care and the fact that he would always go above and beyond for me. Elias wasn’t just talking shit when he said he took care of and provided for me. That had to count for something, right?

“Thank you, Elias.”

He laughed and I joined in when EJ shooshed us. “Are you actually letting me buy you something?” he asked quietly in disbelief.

“Yes, but you better hope I don’t change my mind in the morning.”

We mirrored each other’s smiles for a few seconds before returning our attention back to the TV. Once the last movie ended, he went and played a couple of games with EJ, while I talked shit in the background as if I knew what the hell they were doing. After that, EJ showered and got ready for bed, and I prepared to walk Elias out.

At the door, neither of us was in a rush for him to leave. Licking my lips, I looked at his. I’d been wanting to kiss him for weeks now. Things had been so up and down between us lately, but at that moment, I was open and yearning for the oneness and fullness I only felt with him.

“If you keep looking at my lips like that…” His words trailed off as he closed the distance between us.

“Like what?” I asked as my eyes bounced from his eyes to his lips.

“Like you want them on you.”

“I do.”

“When have I ever denied you?”

I wanted to remind him of how he denied me when I told him I didn’t want to have another baby, but I decided against it. My smile turned into a squeal when he picked me up and carried me over to the couch. As soon as he sat down, we began to remove each other’s clothing. Our bodies were so in sync with each other. My pussy was already wet, and he was already hard. There was no need for foreplay. Not tonight, at least.

The moment he squeezed my ass and sucked my nipple into his mouth, my body weakened against him. I reached between us and slid his head between my folds before sliding down on him. He released a moan that went straight to my pussy and made it throb.

“My drug,” he muttered against my neck before licking it and smacking my ass.

“Mm…Slide down and let me get you high.”