Overzealous Alphas

by Elizabeth Knox

  His body no longer hugged by the petty fabrics, his toned and thick thighs and the narrow line of his hips are on full display as he approaches me, with a world-ending grin on his face.

  Who else has seen him like this? Cleaned up, a bit dazed, completely naked. Semi-hard cock swinging heavily between his long legs.

  He crawls up to me, pulling down the silk that covers me, and kisses my breast. “Good morning. Slept well?”

  I press a hand to his chest, kissing his shoulder. “I did. Best sleep I’ve ever had.”

  He looks up at me, his eyes lighting up like a little boy on Christmas Day.

  I understand now that no one knew this man before me. They may know him and love him as the President of the United States, but I know him as Mason.

  Just Mason.

  THE END!

  AUTHOR NOTES:

  I want to thank you for reading this. This is dedicated to my beautiful Mother Marie-Michelle, and to you. Yes, you reading.