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“Ryker Gates,” she greeted.

“Madam President,” I bowed my head respectfully in return. When she lifted an eyebrow in expectation, I guided Naomi a bit closer so that I could introduce her. “This is Dr. Naomi Vaughn. She’s the reason Pacifica has secured a fusion reactor for the first time in more than five hundred years,” I grinned.

“I’m delighted to meet you, Naomi,” the President said, offering her hand.

“I’m honored to meet you, Madam President,” Naomi replied, shaking the President’s hand and looking a bit awestruck.

“I’ve been briefed on the circumstances of your expedition. You will go home tonight and rest and we will speak further later. Thank you for everything you’ve done to secure this technology for Pacifica,” the president said.

“Understood, Madam President. It was a privilege to undertake the journey,” I answered.

A blacked-out SUV drove up beside us and a man in a suit opened the back door for us. Gently, I pressed my hand against Naomi’s lower back and helped her inside. She was quiet, the expression on her face contemplative.

As the car drove away from the airport, I held her hand and watched her face. Her gaze was glued out the window, studying her surroundings. Pacifica was quite different from New Englandia. I didn’t say anything, but I stroked her thumb with mine. She turned to face me, and I pulled her into my lap.

She looked shocked and squeaked fearfully, pushing against my shoulders, but I reassured her that we didn’t have to hide here. Her expression relaxed and she settled comfortably into myarms and resumed her sightseeing, asking many questions as we rode.

It was dark by the time we pulled up in front of my home. I didn’t give her much time to look around because I wanted her to see it for the first time in the daylight. Instead, I rushed her inside, much to her chagrin.

“Wait till morning. I promise you it will be worth it,” I vowed.

“Fine,” she huffed, but there was a bit of a sassy pout on her face.

“Can you resist?” I teased.

“Maybe. Maybe not,” she sassed, her smile only growing wider.

I grasped the back of her neck gently before I led her over to the couch. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement as I bent her over it.

“Perhaps a red bottom will remind you to be obedient,” I countered.

By the time I pulled her panties down, she was already wet. I made her come for me three times before I put her to bed that night.

CHAPTER 14

Naomi

When I woke the next morning, I laid there for a long while.

I didn’t know what to do with myself. Back home, my whole life had revolved around work. Every morning, I got up, went to work, came home, went to bed, and did it all over again the next day. Every. Single. Day.

That life wasn’t here. This was a whole different world.

I’d seen a little bit of Pacifica from the airplane. We’d driven here in the dark, but I’d been able to see big houses along the road, much bigger than the more economical ones in New Englandia. When we’d reached Ryker’s home, he’d shuttled me inside too quickly for me to see anything more than a glimpse. His hurry had frustrated me at first, but he had more than made up for it with several hard orgasms over the back of his couch.

Ryker had put me to bed in the guest room and I was a bit disappointed that he hadn’t joined me. Pushing myself up outof bed with a sigh, I peeked out my bedroom door, and, neither seeing nor hearing anyone, padded naked into the bathroom where I found a whole slew of new, wrapped toiletries. After freshening up and returning to the bedroom, I opened the closet door to find it, of course, empty. Unsure what I expected to see there and mildly chagrined at the force of habit that led me to hope for something else, I chewed my lip and looked down disdainfully at the dirty clothes that had been tossed to the floor when Ryker stripped me bare the night before.

A knock on the doorframe startled me. I looked over my shoulder to find Ryker leaning against it. Another habit had me covering my breasts with my hands, and he raised an eyebrow at my modesty. Glancing down to distract from my embarrassment, I noticed that he had a pile of clothing in his arms.

“My sister is about your size. I thought you might appreciate some clean clothes, but we can go buy you something different if you don’t like them,” he flashed that trademark grin that made my insides wiggle.

“Thank you so much, and thanks to your sister, too! You shouldn’t have gone to such trouble. I’m sure these will be just fine,” I replied, more than a bit bashfully. He handed them to me and waited expectantly. Even though he’d seen me not just nude, but naked, helpless, squirming, moaning, and sporting a crimson backside a fair number of times now, it still somehow felt just as shameful as the first time. Would I ever get used to this, to him?

I rushed to pull the pair of panties up my legs, blushing furiously as Ryker watched my every move. The bra was too small, so I pulled the soft purple t-shirt over my head and went without it even though it felt scandalous to do so. The neckline dipped lowenough to reveal a bit of cleavage, which was more than I was used to showing. The pants weren’t slacks or jeans, but stretchy, clingy leggings that showed off my every curve and detail. I felt a bit uncomfortable displaying my body like this, but when his eyes made a slow, languorous journey from my toes to my face and back again, and his lips curved up in that mischievous way of his, I could tell he liked what he saw. Finally dressed, he grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hallway.

“Come now. Let me show you my home,” he enthused. His face was painted with excitement and my mood was instantly lifted. I let him lead me down the hallway feeling my pulse kick up with anticipation. To either side of us were various portraits of men and women. They were all smiling, some of them in groups, a few individual portraits, and a few that bore a striking resemblance to Ryker. One woman looked like she had his eyes, that exact shade of slate blue.

Could they be his family?

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