by Raine Miller
Aleid took Gerard’s cock in his mouth and began sucking. Alana used the gel on Aleid and positioned herself behind him, her slick dildo pressed between his cheeks. She thrust into him, and Melissa couldn’t tell which delegate groaned louder. Melissa glanced at Tyler, who had his eyes closed and mouthed the word, Fuck.
Satisfied that Alana had everything under control, Melissa took Tyler’s hand and led him out of the video room, the Mason Room, and back up the stairs to the West Wing. “Can we go now?” Tyler asked. “I think I’ve been scarred for life.” He laughed uneasily, but there was a note of teasing.
Melissa laughed. “Too much?”
“I can watch pretty much anything in a porno movie, but when it’s someone I know and foreign delegates I’ve seen in the news, somehow it’s hard to watch.” He sighed, the exhaustion evident in his eyes. “Should we go back to Flynn’s office?”
“No, I’m tired. Alana’s okay. She’s almost done. The video will be amazing.”
“Cool. I’ll walk you to your car.” Tyler placed a protective hand on her shoulder. How nice to get a Secret Service escort.
“That scene didn’t turn you on, did it?” she asked.
He grinned. “Hmmm. Perhaps.”
***
The next two days, the White House surged with visitors and meetings. Zoe had received only a quick text or two from Jason, early this morning. She sat in her dark, windowless office, poking at a cranberry muffin and sipping black hazelnut coffee she’d bought at Ebenezers Coffeehouse. She hadn’t felt like herself since that night with Jason. She kept replaying the scene over and over again. He knew her intimately from when they’d worked at Langley, but did he realize how much his training session had turned her on? During their year together, they’d had sex in the most unromantic of places while on missions—the back of a van, a warehouse at night, a boat dock, a storeroom in an office building that was under surveillance. She closed her eyes, recollecting those times and how hot she and Jason had been for each other. But never had they crossed into bondage or the whips and chains stuff.
Her body heated up thinking about what he’d done to her. She didn’t think she’d ever had such an intense orgasm before in her life. How much was training for her presentation for her target and how much was their own private exploration? He wanted her to turn them down, drop out of the FLC. He had to know it was much too late for that.
She stared down at her schedule of meetings for the day. Muffin crumbs dropped on the memo she’d found in the interoffice envelope that morning from Julia. What time did the woman get to work?
She had to meet with Julia, Melissa and the first lady at noon to discuss details of Zoe’s upcoming presentation with the president of Iran, Majeed Kadir. At two, she’d meet with security adviser Frank Phillips about her personal safety. Zoe laughed at that. What could he teach her that she hadn’t already learned at Langley? Phillips was an ex-Marine scout sniper who retired early after shrapnel damaged his eye. He claimed he could still shoot as well, but the military had forced his retirement. Besides the glasses he wore and a one-inch scar slashed over one eyebrow, there were no other physical signs of his injury. Zoe wondered about the non-physical ones.
The pounding on her door made her almost spill her coffee. “Hang on, I’m coming.” Zoe got up and opened the door. Alana stood there dressed in a professional business suit, quite a change from the Domme outfit she’d seen her wear. Zoe hardly recognized her. The young woman was huffing and puffing from running down the stairs.
“Hurry. You’ve got to see this for yourself.” Alana grabbed Zoe’s arm, but Zoe ran back inside to pick up her keys and locked her office before racing up the stairs behind Alana.
“Where are we going?”
“The Oval Office.” Alana giggled. “Aleid and Gerard are getting a personal viewing of the video from the other night.”
“We can’t go in there,” Zoe warned.
They reached the hallway, and Alana slowed to a professional pace, the fast walk that everyone in the West Wing did. “No, we can’t, but we can watch as they come out.”
“Alana. Are you crazy? Those men can’t see you,” Zoe said.
“Don’t worry. I’ve done this before. I love to see the looks on their faces. Powerful, evil men defeated in a matter of seconds. Pure bliss.” Alana’s eyes glinted like a wild woman’s. She talked faster and faster. Even more than normal. Coming from Ohio, Zoe had discovered that people in major cities like New York, Washington, DC, and Los Angeles talked fast. And those with high IQs were very fast talkers.
“Why do you keep doing this? Come on, let’s get out of here before they leave.” The only reason Zoe was up here again was to keep Alana out of trouble by changing her mind. She grabbed Alana’s arm. “I can give you a list of reasons on why this is a bad idea. One is keeping your job. The other is never do anything stupid to jeopardize an operation or your life.”
“No.” She yanked her arm back. “This is my payback against Mr. Miller.”
Deep breath. This wasn’t supposed to turn into an argument. “Who the hell is Mr. Miller?”
Alana gave a snort. Her face wrinkled up in a frown. “My high school calculus teacher who also happened to be the football coach. He said women didn’t need math and managed to flunk me out of his class. It ruined my final grade point average. When I complained to my father, he told me, ‘Prove him wrong.’”
The knot in Zoe’s stomach was growing. “What does an asshole math teacher have to do with a foreign delegate with connections to terrorists?” She rubbed her face.
Alana smiled as if she was finally getting her point across. “Statistical significance.”
“What?”
“Neanderthals like Mr. Miller and the Chad delegates are predictable. They’re blinded by their egos and don’t see that their actions will have consequences. Statistically, they’re perfect for this type of sting operation because they never see it coming. My payback with Mr. Miller will be when I graduate with my doctorate. He’ll never know, but I’ll know in here.” She pressed her hand to her chest. “Each time I see the devastated looks on these men, knowing they’ve been humiliated and defeated through the efforts of the FLC, I imagine it’s Mr. Miller. I lost a scholarship because of him, but I’ll make it anyway. I’m grateful my father didn’t come to my rescue.”
Zoe squeezed Alana’s hand. “I understand, but it’s not worth the risk. Never take unnecessary risks.”
Alana rolled her eyes. “After what I had to do with them, I deserve this. You do, too, considering what’s up for you soon.”
A number of people hovered around the doors to the Oval Office, including Secret Service and Chad’s security. Inside, Zoe could hear loud voices but couldn’t make out what was being said or who was shouting. Alana looked pleased, but Zoe didn’t like the sound of the shouting. “What if they say no?” Zoe leaned over and asked Alana.
She gave a small laugh. “Never happens.” She pulled Zoe to a position adjacent to the front entrance to the Oval Office but far enough away they wouldn’t be seen by those coming out. They were also far enough away that the Secret Service agents weren’t getting bent out of shape.
“I still think this is a bad idea,” Zoe said, pulling Alana a little farther away from the entrance.
Alana made a tutting sound with her tongue. “It’s your CIA thing. Really. I’ve done this before. I grew up in a tough neighborhood outside of Boston. These guys don’t scare me.”
There was a loud commotion in the office next to the Oval Office, the office of Eric Rowland, the chief of staff. “Now what?” Zoe asked.
“Rowland must’ve gone in to assist.”
“President Aleid, please come back inside, and we’ll discuss this,” Rowland said calmly. They were in the chief of staff’s office.
“No, we’re done here,” a man with an accent answered. Probably Aleid or Gerard.
“Oh shit.” Alana turned and tried walking down the hallway, but a Secret Service guard stop
ped them. “They’re coming out of Rowland’s office. They’ll pass right by us,” she whispered to Zoe.
The two Chad delegates barged into the main hallway. Jaws tight, they lashed out with angry words at everyone in the crowded hallway, partly in English, French and Arabic. Thankfully, the hall was crowded with staff, Secret Service and Chad representatives. Zoe pulled Alana against the wall and attempted to block the delegates’ view. The guards shoved through the crowd like a plumber’s snake working through a clogged drain, clearing a path for the two angry delegates.
Zoe quickly turned her back when the men reached her and pulled out her cell phone, pretending to make a call. Alana had her back turned and head down. At least her common sensed prevailed over her arrogance. With any luck, the mob would pass and march out of the White House.
Then the group stopped and voices fell silent. A chill went through Zoe. Slowly, her hand reached for her gun. No gun, of course. An instinctual move. She tried telling herself there was no reason to be concerned. They were in the White House, the most guarded and safest place in the nation.
Suddenly, she was shoved away, and a man, one of the Chad delegates, slammed Alana up against the wall, his hand at her throat. Alana tried to fight him, but one of the African security guards yanked her off her feet, pulling her away from President Turi Aleid.
“It’s you. You bitch,” Aleid shouted at Alana as he glanced at her badge. A second later a Secret Service guard pulled Aleid away. Secret Service grabbed Alana and Zoe and rushed them into Rowland’s office, while the two Chad delegates were rushed away in the opposite direction, escorted by Secret Service and their own security. Aleid shouted, “Ms. MacKenna, I know who you are now.”
President Bryson stood in the doorway between the chief of staff’s office and his own. “What the hell was that all about?”
Rowland pointed to Alana. “She was in the hallway when Aleid came out. He recognized her, saw her badge.”
The president scowled at all of them. “Terrific. In my office. Both of you.” Zoe doubted the American public had ever had the chance to witness that sharp tone of his voice.
Zoe and Alana walked in with their heads hanging low, like two puppies who had gotten caught chewing up the new sofa.
“Sit,” the president ordered. “What were you two doing in the hallway? Nevermind, I can guess. You wanted to see the looks on their faces after I showed them the video?”
“Yes, sir,” they both said together.
“Stupid. Do you know how dangerous these men are?”
Zoe nodded. “I’ve heard, sir.” Alana also agreed.
He rubbed his face. “What a fucking mess.”
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” Alana stared at her shoes.
The president sat on a sofa next to Rowland, his mouth pressed so tight that Zoe feared she’d start hearing his teeth crack. Rowland invited Zoe and Alana to sit on the sofa across from the president.
“Shall I tell Mrs. Bryson to put a hold on future FLC scheduling?” Rowland asked as calmly as possible. If Zoe hadn’t known better, she would have thought he looked pleased that this had happened.
“Relax, Eric. The FLC is Faith’s project, and I’m not about to stop it because of this. Chad signed the peace agreement. Set up a meeting with Frank and General Guzman. I’ll arrange to have Frank keep a twenty-four-hour watch on Ms. MacKenna and have Terrence see how Chad progresses after the news is released.”
“I understand, Mr. President. Right away,” Rowland said as he left the room.
“Mr. President, would you like me to contact anyone from Langley to ask them to keep track of the Chad delegates?” Zoe offered.
The president smiled. “Thank you, Zoe. That won’t be necessary. Our security can handle this.”
She nodded. “I understand.”
“Until further notice, Ms. MacKenna, you’ll no longer be connected to the FLC.”
“Yes, sir.” Alana lowered her gaze.
Zoe cringed. That was an interesting way of saying Alana had just gotten fired. Would she be next?
“I don’t see any reason to stop the operation of the FLC. The benefits override the risks,” he added. “As I understand, Ms. Summers, you’re targeted for President Majeed Kadir in a week.”
“Yes, sir,” Zoe tried to say firmly, but the words came out a little weak.
The president leaned forward and lowered his voice. “Do not fuck this one up.”
Her lips trembled. “No, sir. I won’t let you down.”
CHAPTER 19
At the top of the stairs, Zoe opened the door leading into the West Wing. Jason was waiting for her, or on his way down to meet her. She checked her watch. Ten minutes before noon. “I can’t talk now. I have a meeting with Julia.”
He shook his head. “No, you don’t.”
She gasped. “What do you mean?”
Jason stared back at her, no emotion on his face. He nodded to the stairs. “It’s been rescheduled for one. Let’s talk.”
Shoulders slumping, she let out a breath, spun on her heel and marched down the stairs. Somehow, she knew this was going to be bad news.
When they entered her office, he closed and locked her door. Silence thickened the air between them. His expression shifted from stiff business to a scowl she couldn’t interpret. “What’s wrong, Jason?”
His eyebrows shot up, then he frowned. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it and shook his head. He mumbled something, swore, then, without warning, grabbed her and shoved her against the desk.
Desperation and hunger flared in his eyes. “Damn it, Zoe.” He drew her to him, cupping her face to lift her mouth to meet his. The kiss melted their bodies together. She heard his intake of breath as he deepened the kiss. She sucked on his tongue, feeling the awakening desire flow through her. Trembling fingers dug at his shirt. She had to feel bare skin and hard muscle. When her cool hands found contact with his heated skin, he groaned in pleasure. Small kisses played at her throat and jawline then took her mouth again. She could hardly breathe but didn’t care. He crushed her to his chest, his hands roaming over her back, sliding under her breasts.
She savored this moment as if it might be their last. What would happen after her encounter? Their missions had a way of screwing with their love life. Was that why sex was so good? They each thought it might be the last time?
“Jason?” she whispered.
“I know.” He breathed by her ear as he tugged on her blouse. “We shouldn’t, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you the last couple days. I want you.” Both of them fumbled with her buttons, opening the blouse to reveal a black lace bra. In the back, he searched for the hook.
“A front one.” She laughed and opened the catch in the front. Every inch of skin was flushed and sensitive to his touch, her nipples already erect. Arching her back, she cried out as his teeth gently clamped over one peak, and then his tongue rubbed the tender skin. She groaned. “That’s so good.”
Maybe they were crazy for doing this now, during daytime hours in her office, but neither of them could stop. “You like to take risks?” He reached under her skirt and yanked hard on her pantyhose. She heard the tear and gasped. He hesitated for a moment, checking her response, and she grinned.
“Yes, and so do you.” That was all the encouragement he needed. He ripped the hose down to her knees and lifted her up on the desk.
The skirt was up around her waist. The heat of desire had her wet. He slid a finger inside her passage, and she leaned back and spread her legs. As Zoe fumbled with his jacket and shirt, he had to stop pleasuring her long enough to remove them. This was how sex was when they were on a mission, hot and desperate. “You want it like this?” he asked.
“Yes.” Then she reached for the waistband on his pants, but he pressed her back on the desk and knelt between her legs. She glanced at him and bit her lip. Skilled fingers played with her sex, teasing her. She opened her legs wider, but the pantyhose restrained her.
“Good. We’re going to pla
y a little.”
She laughed. “We can’t play much. What about my meeting? You said it was rescheduled. I should find out for when.”
“It’s scheduled for one. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” He pulled her shoes off and ripped the pantyhose into two pieces. Then he tied one piece around one ankle and attached it to a leg of the desk and did the same to the other ankle, stretching her legs wide. “That’s a start.”
“Jason, what are you doing?”
“Getting you worked up for what’s coming later.” He removed his belt.
She stiffened. “Are you going to hit me?” The idea made her anxious and her clit throb.
He glanced at the belt, and the corners of his mouth curved up. “Nope. I have another plan. Lie back.” She did, and he moved her hands to one side. He slipped the belt through the buckle and tightened the loop around her wrists, then attached the belt to the arm of the chair.
“Now what?”
“Enjoy,” he said. “And don’t make any noise. Someone might walk by.” He began by massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples, then sucking them. She was so hot, she ached for him. “Jason, make love to me.”
“Not yet.”
If someone had a key and walked into the room right now, they’d see her spread wide in all her glory. His hand worked her cleft, teasing her and thrusting his finger in and out as if he was fucking her. Then he knelt between her legs and used his mouth. Sweet torture. “Are you close?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I can come like this.”
“Good.” Just as she was about to orgasm, he stopped. “I’m not ready to let you come yet.”
“Bastard. What time is it? It must be close to one,” she reminded him.
He checked his watch. “So it is.”
She jerked on her restraints. “I can’t be late.”
“Zoe late for a meeting?” he teased. He started getting dressed.
“Jason, what are you doing?” She struggled, but he had tied her down good. She couldn’t get free.
“Going to my meeting. I’m meeting with Julia, too.” He unlocked the door.
