Page 11 of State of the Union (First Family 3)

Sam wrapped her hand around his erection. “There’s nothing small about it.”

His laughter turned to a groan as she stroked him, letting the diamond bracelet rub against his sensitive flesh. “Sam…”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t finish me off too soon.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Mr. President. You’re not the boss of me.”

“Ain’t no one the boss of you,” he said, quoting Joe Farnsworth’s famous comment to Sam.

Sam laughed. “That’s right, and don’t you forget it.” Determined to help him relax, she bent over him and took his cock into her mouth, using her lips, tongue and hand to bring him the ultimate pleasure. She’d avoided that act with other guys. But like everything else with him, she loved the way he reacted when she did it—and she enjoyed knowing he wasn’t thinking about anything else but her and them.

With him carrying the weight of the free world on his shoulders, it was important to her that he get as much reprieve as possible, and she loved being the only one to give him a full escape from the unrelenting pressure. She viewed managing the president’s stress as her most important role as first lady.

The phone on the bedside table rang, the one he was supposed to answer no matter what.

He groaned. “Please don’t stop.”

She doubled down with her hand, lips and tongue and finished him off in spectacular fashion, if she said so herself.

The phone continued to ring with an unrelenting urgency.

His deep sigh said it all as he got up from their camp in front of the fireplace to take the call.

“Yes?” The single word was full of annoyance over the interruption. He listened for a full minute before he said, “I’ll be right there.”

Sam sat up and wrapped the blanket around her shoulders. “What’s going on?”

“The North Koreans thought Christmas Day would be an excellent time to test an ICBM, which is in violation of the U.N.’s Security Council resolutions, and apparently, that’s my problem.” He came over to her, squatted to kiss her and brushed the hair back from her face. “I’m sorry, babe. They want me in the Situation Room.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it isn’t. Can we pick this up later right where we left off?”

Smiling, she said, “I’ll be here all week.”

“I can’t wait for some downtime with you and the kids.”

“Go deal with the North Koreans and their icy BM.”

Nick cracked up. “It’s an intercontinental ballistic missile, capable of carrying nuclear weapons, thus the alarm.”

“Ah, gotcha.”

“Just so you know, I’d much rather be dealing with you than the North Koreans.”

“That’s not much of a compliment.”

Smiling, he kissed her again, then went to the bathroom to clean up and get dressed so he could go deal with the North Koreans. And people thought being the president was so exciting. From her point of view, it was nothing more than a gigantic pain in the ass, even if the service at the White House was second to none.

In her opinion—and probably Nick’s, too, though he’d never say so—the cons outweighed the pros by a mile.

Chapter Three

After spending Christmas Day with her husband and family, Detective Jeannie McBride had gone back to work on Christmas night, reviewing her notes on the case for the hundredth time. On each pass, she added to her list of questions and came to the same unavoidable conclusion. Before she went to Richmond, she needed to see Carisma’s mother.

LaToya Deasly had put herself through paralegal school, had bought a townhouse for her and her three children and, by all accounts, was a dedicated mother. Over the eleven years her daughter had been missing, LaToya had repeatedly claimed her former friend, Daniella Brown, had kidnapped her child.

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