Page 155 of State of Grace (First Family 2)

After a delicious lunch of tomato soup and a salad that was delivered by Roland, one of the butlers, Sam was on her laptop, reviewing the reports on the arrests of Grace and Lucas, when Nick walked into the bedroom. Upon kicking the door closed, he removed his suit coat, dropped it on the floor, pulled off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt and T-shirt, tossing them into the pile on the floor, revealing the sculpted chest and abs that made her mouth water.

“Is there any charge for this presidential striptease?” Sam asked without looking up from what she was doing, although she watched everything he was doing with keen interest.

“It’s free to you,” he said as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants.

“Do others have to pay?”

“I only perform this act for you.” With his hands on his naked hips, he whistled a stripper tune as he bumped and grinded that had her cracking up laughing and closing her laptop as he approached the bed with all his considerable assets on full display. “My wife is working from home today, so I had to take full advantage of living above the store.”

“If the media could see you now…”

“Thank God they can’t. Now, I’d like to remind you that my birthday is coming up, so if you want to get a jump on birthday-level services, I’m up for that.” To emphasize his point, he did an added little jig that made his hard cock slap against his stomach.

“I had no idea you had a stripper living in there.”

“I like to think I can still surprise you.”

Sam held out the hand of her good arm for him. “You definitely surprised me with the Magic Mike routine.”

He took her hand and brought it to his lips. “Thought you might like that.”

“How long do we have?”

“Ninety beautiful minutes.”

“Did you lock the door?”

“As Scotty would say, duh. How does your arm feel?”

“Not bad as long as I stay on top of the pain meds.”

“May I help you out of your clothes?”

“Yes, please.” Sam sat up so he could gently remove the oversized T-shirt of his that she’d worn to bed the night before. Before he’d left to go downstairs to the office, he’d changed the dressing on her wound and treated it with the antibiotic ointment she’d been prescribed.

“You sure you’re feeling up to some naked fun?” he asked as he traced his index finger over her collarbone.

“As long as it’s not too athletic.”

“Slow and sultry it is.” He moved her laptop to the bedside table, eased her back and leaned over her, propped up on muscular arms. “I’m so glad you’re still here with me.”

“Where else would I be?”

Nick planted a kiss on her chest. “A few inches to the left and…”

“Shhh. Don’t go there. I’m fine.”

He propped his forehead on her chest for a long moment while she ran her fingers through his hair. “You can’t let anything happen to my Samantha. I’d die without her.”

“She’s going to be around to drive you crazy for many more decades.”

“I’m counting on that.” As he kissed a path from her chest to her neck and then her lips, her entire body felt electrified.

She wrapped her good arm around him and held on tight as he kissed her with sweet tenderness.

He kept up the tender theme as he moved down to her breasts and belly, kissing every part of her with soft lips that skimmed over her sensitized skin. Usually, he dragged out the torture during the slow and sultry program, but he took mercy on her today and slid into her slowly and carefully so he wouldn’t jostle her sore arm.

“Tell me if anything hurts.”

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