Mr. President

I purse my lips, and he laughs. “Come on, baby. Where else can you move where you are guaranteed earth-shattering orgasms anytime you want?”

“Anytime?” I grin.

“Hell yeah. I’m at your service. All day and night.” Reese rolls me over until I’m lying on top of him, and I can feel him hardening again already.

“Sounds pretty tempting.”

He tilts his head up and kisses me, his eyes growing serious. “That’s not the only reason I want you here, though. I don’t what it is, Adrienne, but there’s something about you…”

He trails off as if he suddenly feels unsure of himself, and I decide to put him out of his misery.

“Reese, I don’t get it either. But I want to figure it out. With you.”

He grins, flipping me onto my back and pinning my hands above my head. “Good. Because I was going to have to resort to bribing you with cooking gourmet meals.”

I narrow my eyes. “You cook?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well, why didn’t you say so? You, my friend, have a new roommate.” I can’t help laughing at his expression. “So when is dinner?”

He gives me a wicked grin as he starts kissing down my stomach. My satisfied body is suddenly needy all over again as his mouth settles on my pussy.

I moan as he expertly drives me wild with his tongue, crying out in frustration when he lifts his head.

“What?” he asks innocently. “I thought you wanted dinner.”

I push his head back down, laughing. “I’ll settle for dessert.”

He practically growls. “Me too.”

And now, the last story

Bain Vacation. For your pleasure.

Both are never before seen and brand new. They will never be published anywhere else separately.

Our goal in this is simple.

To entertain you as long as we can to give you the best experience with the words that we hold so dear. Because while we may be in various corners of the world, the fact that we are sharing these brings us closer together we feel.