Page 147 of State of Alert

She continued to tease him with her tongue and lips while he buried his hands in her hair and tried to move things along. “Don’t get bossy with me. I’m busy.”

The sound he made was a cross between laughter and agony.

God, she loved him, and she set out to show him how much, working him until he was a quivering, pleading shell of his usual commanding self. Then she backed off and started all over again, making him groan and gasp, and finally, when she was good and ready, she finished him off with a grand finale for the ages.

For a long time afterward, he kept his eyes closed behind those sexy-as-fuck glasses while he breathed deeply.

Moving up, she straddled his lap, kissing him until his eyes popped open.

“A man ought to be warned before something like that happens.”

She flashed her most satisfied grin. “How much warning does a man require?”

“At least twenty-four to forty-eight hours so he can take his heart medication.”

She laughed. “He’s not on heart medication. Is he?”

“No, but he might need to be after that.”

“Should I give Harry a call?” she asked of their friend, the White House physician.

“Do you want to have to tell him what put me in this condition?”

“Um, well…”

Nick laughed and ran his hands over her back, making her squirm. “If you keep that up, things are going to happen.”

“Things? Like, what kind of things?”

“Oh, some of this.” He moved against her, ready for round two, as he squeezed her bottom. “And some of that.”

“I love when you threaten me this way.”

“I love you all the time, every minute of every day of every week and month and year. I love you more than anything in the whole wide world.”

It was all she could do not to swoon like a teenager in the throes of first love when he said things like that. “Okay, I’ll have more of the good sex with you.”

“That’s all it takes? Some sweet nothings?”

“Those weren’t nothings. They were everythings, and as you know, I’m exceptionally easy where you’re concerned.”

“Easy. Huh. Well…”

“Don’t ruin my good mood.” She raised herself up and took him in, coming down slowly, going for maximum effect.

Nick watched her with those amazing hazel eyes gone hot with desire. “Sexiest wife I ever had.”

“I better be the only wife you ever have.”

“Only one I’ll ever want.” He gathered her in close to him and held on tightly as they moved together in the kind of perfect harmony she’d only ever had with him. He moved just right, gazing up at her with love and desire and all the things. He knew just what to do to get them both to the finish line, straining and gasping from the power of their releases.

His head fell back against the sofa, breathing like he did after a good workout. “That should hold us over for a couple of days.”

Sam deflated at the reminder that he’d be gone for two nights.

“Whoops. Had you forgotten?”

“Not entirely, but I wasn’t actively thinking about it.”

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