Page 77 of Powerless

His jaw tenses as he stares over at the door as if he’s weighing up his options. “I mean, it could wait for a few moments.”

“Nope, you have a job to do. Off you go.” I lift my hand from under the covers and flick it at him. “Shoo. The moment has passed, and I no longer want your face in my crotch.”

Bennett smirks and shakes his head. “I owe you a tongue fucking.”

“Maybe tonight, if I’m awake.”

He walks into the bathroom, where I hear the water running as he washes his face and brushes his teeth. Bennett strides into the bedroom and takes his suit jacket from the back of the wing-backed armchair, shrugging it on. He stops before leaving and turns toward me. Staring at me, he smiles. “Every time I inhale, all I’ll be able to remember is the delicious smell of your cunt.” He opens the door and exits, leaving me gasping with his dirty words.

“Fiend,” I chuckle as I lie back on the bed and smile. My husband, the sex fiend.

* * *

“Good morning, Grayson,” I say once I’m dressed and ready for the day.

“Morning, ma’am.” He tips his head in acknowledgement.

“Care to join me for a coffee?”

“No thank you, ma’am.”

“Can you call me Kathryn, please?”

“I’m sorry, but no, ma’am, I can’t.”

I walk toward the kitchen to make myself a coffee and something for breakfast. Grayson follows me. “Well, at least can you not call me ma’am all the time?”

“I can do that.” He smiles as he watches me prepare a coffee.

“Tell me a little about yourself.” Grayson stands rigid, pulling his shoulders back. I think he may be uncomfortable sharing his details. “I mean, you don’t have to, obviously, it’s just I take it you and I are going to be together for at least the next four years. It would be nice to know a little more than only your name.”

“What would you like to know?”

“Is there a Mrs. Grayson, or even a Mr. Grayson?”

“No, ma’am. I’m not looking for any type of relationship.”

I prepare my coffee, then turn to look at him. “Are you disappointed you’re not guarding the president?”

His posture changes to a more pronounced stance, his chest pushes out and he lifts his chin. “I am on PPD,” he says while staring at me with a quizzical expression.

“PPD?”

“Presidential Protection Duty. You’re an integral part of President Adams’s administration, ma’am. You’re his family, and that in itself is an honor for me.”

I sip my coffee as I stare at Grayson. I’m instantly more at ease with him. I like him, quite a lot. “Thank you, Grayson.” It’s a bit weird though, because Grayson would take a bullet for me even though I’m not running the country.

“You’re welcome.”

I tip out the rest of my coffee and lean against the kitchen counter. “Is my husband in the Oval Office?”

Grayson lifts his hand and speaks through his comm wrist piece. He waits a moment and says, “Yes, ma’am, he is.”

“Great.” I move past him and feel his presence close behind as I head to the elevator. Once on the ground level, I walk toward Bennett’s office. It’s still so surreal to have so many Secret Service agents everywhere. Wherever I go, there’s a Secret Service agent. They’re so prominent that it can be a little overwhelming and intimidating. As I approach Bennett’s office, another agent opens the door for me. Bennett looks over his shoulder at me from above his glasses. His entire face lights up with happiness when he sees me. Pushing to his feet, he walks over and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Hey, what are you doing here?”

“I thought I’d come see my husband before I head out.”

“Where are you off to?” He sits in his seat, and I lean against his desk.

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