Page 146 of State of Alert

“What is thissomethingyou speak of?”

She fanned her face as she straddled his lap and curled her arms around his neck. Leaning her forehead against his, she said, “I missed you today.”

He grasped her ass to pull her in tighter against his instant erection. “I missed you, too.” He nuzzled her neck and sent shivers down her spine.

“We might have a teeny, tiny problem.”

He pressed his cock against her. “Nothing teeny or tiny about it.”

She huffed out a laugh. “I’m not talking aboutthat.”

“Well, you causedthat, so maybe you ought to deal withthatbefore we discuss this problem you speak of.”

“Like, right now?”

“Are you busy?”

“I wasn’t, but it seems like I am now.”

“You’ve very busy.” He tightened his hold on her and stood as she wrapped her legs around him and held on for the ride to wherever they were going. Right to the sofa, apparently, as he came down on top of her, capturing her lips in a deep, desperate kiss.

Sam’s mind was full of a million things—Tom’s funeral and the speech she needed to give, her sister’s unbearable grief, the twins’ grandparents’ latest volley, three missing teenagers who might or might not be murderers and concerns over the rumors circulating about Juan and her role in perpetrating a lie.

But with one kiss after another, Nick wiped away all those thoughts, forcing her to focus on him and them and the magical connection they shared.

His hands were under her top, pushing it up and over her head before he resumed the kiss.

Then her breasts were free of her bra, and his shirt was off.

How did he do all that without seeming to miss a beat in the kiss of all kisses?

“Smooth moves, Mr. President. Very smooth.”

“You like that?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Can I take off the glasses now?”

“Not quite yet.” She gave his shoulder a gentle push to let him know she wanted to move.

While they were standing, they helped each other out of the rest of their clothes.

Then Sam directed him to sit on the sofa, grabbed a pillow and used it to cushion her knees as she knelt before him.

“What is happening?” he asked, smiling as he twisted a length of her hair around his finger.

“It’s the glasses.” She wrapped her hand around his cock,smiled at him and then bent to run her tongue over the crown, making him gasp from the pleasure. “How lucky are we?” she asked between strokes of her hand and tongue.

“Luckiest people on earth because we have this.”

“Mmm.” She made sure her lips were well positioned for the vibrations the sound made.

“Fuck. Samantha.”

“Yes, dear?”

“Don’t stop.”

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