At the Pleasure of the President (The Perfect Gentlemen 5)

Because she was so fucking soft and perfect, and the rest of the world couldn’t begin to compare to what he felt when he was with her. With Elizabeth, he didn’t have to be in control every second. He didn’t have to put on a bland face and compromise. She was the only place where he could simply be Zack Hayes.

Would he end up taking her down with him?

“Please, Zack.” Her quiet plea jerked him from his dark thoughts, and he shoved them all aside in favor of the task at hand. He’d been right. The table was the perfect height. All he had to do was lean forward to be exactly where he wanted. He breathed hot on her pussy.

“Oh my god,” she said.

“Is everyone okay?” The tour guide sounded startled, then she laughed. “I know it’s very exciting, but let’s keep it down so everyone can hear. If you’ll look to your left, you’ll see the lovely pattern commissioned for the Hayes administration. The president has excellent taste, as you can see.”

“Yes, I do.” He whispered the words against her sensitive flesh right before he dragged his tongue over her clitoris.

This was the real jewel of his White House, the one thing that got him up and moving every morning. Elizabeth was the reason he now woke up happy and prepared to face the most stressful job on the planet. She grounded him. He’d moved long past ambition and power. He wanted to be the man she looked up to, the one she needed and trusted.

He licked at her, loving the way she tasted, how readily she responded. She’d already been slick before he’d even touched her, as though she could hear his need in his voice and responded by making herself ready for his pleasure.

He pulled back slightly but teased her with his thumb, rubbing her clit in gentle circles. “Do you want more, Elizabeth?”

“You know I do. I want everything.” She leaned back, balancing her palms against the table and giving him complete access to her body.

Elizabeth was the perfect erotic picture of wanton need.

Zack sprung to his feet because he wanted everything, too. Now. He couldn’t withstand more than a couple of hours without her. He’d always thought of himself as strong, but his need for her made him so, so weak…

His fingers trembled as he tore into his belt buckle, then made quick work of his zipper. He’d had a lot of practice lately. Without any hesitation or fuss, he shoved his boxers and slacks down, not bothering to wince when the buckle hit the floor with a clang. He didn’t care if everyone outside the door heard as long as no one bothered them.

Elizabeth’s head had snapped up, her eyes shining in the dim light as she pushed herself off the table. “Not yet. Let’s see how quiet you can be.”

The challenge in her gaze had him biting back a groan as she dropped to her knees, skirt still bunched around her hips.

He adored the way she lost her ladylike demeanor when she got hot. Elizabeth was never polite in bed. She demanded her pleasure and gave it back to him tenfold.

As she wrapped her slender fingers around his cock and her grip tightened on him, his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. He bit back a groan.

“Not so easy, huh?” she whispered before that talented tongue of hers swiped across the head of his cock.

“No.” Not easy at all since he wanted to shout out. Dizzying arousal and heat sizzled along his skin as he stared down, watching his erection disappear between her lips. Her hand worked the base as she stroked him with her tongue, and he nearly lost his mind.

His whole body was taut, ready to go off, but he held on to his willpower, wanting this to last as long as he could manage. It would be hours before he could hold her again. Still, he couldn’t stop himself from sinking his hands into her hair and forcing her to take a little more.

Damn, she was a siren.

“I can be quiet, baby,” he promised. “But the truth is I don’t care who knows what we’re doing. I’ve got this gorgeous, intelligent lady who comes behind me whenever I make a mistake and fixes things. How do you think she would fix it if I got caught fucking in the china closet in the middle of a work day? I think anyone who sees you would understand.”

Her eyes flashed, but he sank deeper into her mouth, letting his head fall back as ecstasy climbed.

This was an excellent way to prevent any further arguments.

He closed his eyes and let himself sink into the moment. In the past, he sometimes worried he’d missed out. He hadn’t fucked his way through half the female population like Mad and Gabe. He hadn’t seen the world with the same freedom as Dax and Connor. He’d had to be disciplined, keep a tight rein on all of his desires. Sometimes he’d resented his friends for having all the personal freedom he hadn’t, but it had been worth every sacrifice in the end because nothing in the world would ever feel as good as this woman now giving all of herself to him.

Just when he thought he couldn’t feel any better, Elizabeth reached out and cupped his balls, cradling them in the warmth of her small hand.

Dear god, he couldn’t take another second. If she sucked him deep one more time, he wouldn’t be able to hold out, and he didn’t want to come in her mouth. He wanted to be deep inside her. One with her.

He tugged gently on her hair as he heard the guide saying something about being treated to a Secret Service presence.

“They aren’t normally securing the China Room,” she said. “They usually stick close to the president, so this is a treat for you.”

Elizabeth bit back a laugh as he hauled her upright and set her back on the table, then moved in between her legs. Let the tour group have their fun. It was time for theirs.

“I’ve got a treat for you.” He gripped her luscious ass and started to work his way inside her. It didn’t matter how many times he made love to Elizabeth, it always was a revelation. She was always tight and hot and perfect.

She always felt like home.

Elizabeth glanced toward the door, renewed hesitation and anxiety in her eyes.

He wasn’t having that. “You keep your attention on me. Nothing else matters except us.”

Her eyes softened, taking on that look that never failed to make him feel like he was ten feet tall. “Us.”

He thrust in and held tight, fitting their mouths together. He didn’t want an inch of distance between them. Instead, he stroked in and out of her with both his cock and his tongue.

Elizabeth wrapped her arms around him. Sure enough, he felt her nails dig in as she started to climb higher. Her breathing picked up, a sweet sound that would haunt him until his dying day.

He held her close as her whole body tensed just before she clamped down around him. Then, nails digging at his back, she gave her pleasure over to him and released.

Then it was his turn. He focused on her alone. It was like this with Elizabeth every single time. Heart chugging, blood pumping, veins sizzling as he climbed… Then he felt the orgasm roll over him, suffusing his body with energy and ecstasy. But in the end it was all about her. In that one moment, he was utterly connected to her. As he poured himself into her body, Zack knew he wasn’t alone. As long as he had her, he never would be.

As he bucked into her, he knew damn well the table shook with the power of his thrusts. A breathy moan fell from her mouth, but she was too far gone to care. She moved her hips as though desperate to spend every last second of connection with him.

Moments later, he panted as he slumped against her and remained close for a long, calming moment, listening to the sound of her respiration and heartbeat starting to normalize.

“I don’t know. Maybe someone is moving something heavy in that room. Now, if you’ll come this way, I’ll show you the library. There are some very interesting items to discuss there.” The guide’s voice started to fade away.

“That was close,” Liz murmured, her hands smoothing back his hair.

He kissed her again. “No. Thomas would never have let them in. I promise.”

She winced when he withdrew and stepped away. “I’m still trying to get used to the fact that T

homas is standing outside the door.”

“He’s always outside the door, baby.” He tucked himself back into his slacks before she tempted him again. “Now go back to work. Don’t you have responsibilities, Ms. Matthews?”

Her eyes narrowed as she hopped down and pulled at her skirt. “You mean besides taking a shower and finding new undies?”

She was so adorable when she was irritated.