For the Love of Gina: The President's Girlfriend

by Mallory Monroe

  Dutch felt the intensity too as he fingered and kissed her. No better way for him to welcome a new day than with his wife naked on his lap, her firm ass rubbing against his dick, and his mouth and fingers massaging her. And when he took hold of his fully aroused penis and began guiding it into her now saturated folds, and they both felt that friction of first contact that made him tremble every time, they both closed their eyes. To experience it all over again. To experience that unbridled joy of being with the one they loved as if it was their very first time.

  Dutch especially felt the power of their sensual connection. It always made him want to rush it. But he maintained control and moved into her with great care. Her vagina remained the perfect fit for his penis, leaving him with zero wiggle room, as he continued to push in. Then he began his strokes.

  Although they both knew they didn’t have a mountain of time, he still took his time. He filled every scintilla of space inside of her as he expanded and stroked. Gina laid her head on his shoulder, and kept her eyes closed, as she enjoyed the ridge of his dick-head glide along her vaginal wall with repeated swipes. He kept pushing further and further in with every stroke, filling her with his size and his ability to make full use of that size. He made her feel every inch of his penis, every vein, as he fucked her.

  Dutch, too, felt every inch of her as he put it on her. His muscular arms were around her naked body, warming her and holding her with his strong grip, as his dick couldn’t get enough of her pussy. He kept putting it on her. He couldn’t stop pushing in, he couldn’t stop stroking her. Even the friction between her tightness and his expansiveness made him fully aware of every fiber of her being. Of their being: her breasts against his chest. Her stomach against his stomach. The back of her thighs against the front of his. Her fantastic scent. The softness of her hair against his neck. This was his woman. This was his woman’s body. And he loved loving every inch of it.

  But as he continued to thrust into her, into that wondrously constricted space between her legs, his heartbeat started quickening in direct proportion to his strokes. And soon, after so many strokes, it was impossible to maintain now.

  He began to fuck her hard.

  She kept her head on his shoulder and held onto his muscular body as he thrust into her vaginal juices and his pre-cum with such increasing ferocity that she felt as if he was going to pound her raw. It felt just that good. It felt just that intense. It felt as if her saturation wasn’t going to be enough if he kept on any longer.

  But to her great delight, he kept on. And on and on. His reddening dick thrust into her and thrust into her. She held onto him as it thrust even more. And it started feeling like a magnificent catch-22. The more he thrust, the tighter she became. The tighter she became, the bigger he became. The bigger he became, the more intensely sensual it felt to both of them. The more sensual it felt, the harder he thrust. The harder he thrust, the tighter she became. And on and on and on.

  Until it was too much going on.

  She gave in first, as usual, and came with a thundering burst of spasms. She clamped down so hard around his penis, and with such uncontrollable pulsations, that he found himself unable to hold back either. He came within seconds of her.

  They both grunted out as the feelings intensified and his valve released. They both realized that this was beautiful, that they were so fortunate, as he throbbed and thrashed and she constricted and arched. Even their cum took time, as he kept thrashing into her and she kept constricting around him in that powerful Gina way that made him unable to stop pouring. The throbbing was so strong he had to strain it out. He flooded her with his love. Until they were both so poured out, and so drained and emptied, that even the drips stopped dripping.

  They didn’t realize how tightly they were holding onto each other until they opened their eyes. Both had that look of sheer astonishment on their faces. It happened again, their amazed looks seemed to say. And they hugged again, holding each other tighter.

  Never, not with any other partner before they met each other, had they ever had it this consistently fantastic.

  It felt good.

  It felt right.

  It felt as if it couldn’t get any better than this.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Jade Redding walked down the gorgeously appointed halls of Hammersmith Gardens as if she was a woman in love with life itself. She had pep in her step. She had a song on her tongue. She was going home today. Today was the day she would be on leave from this so-called “resting” place for the wealthy and well-connected, and she couldn’t wait to get started.

  Once she arrived at her psychiatrist’s office, she didn’t wait there either. She knocked once and then walked on in.

  “You’re late for your appointment, Jade,” said his secretary, as Jade hurried toward the inner door.

  “They kept us late in Group,” she said as she hurried. “Couldn’t be helped.”

  When Jade entered the office, the secretary shook her head. “I’ll bet,” she said beneath her breath, and then went back to her typing.

  Reyza Golan, one of three psychiatrists at Hammersmith, was seated in the wingback chair flanking the couch. Some patients preferred to lay down during their sessions with him, others preferred to sit. The president’s daughter, however, was another story entirely.

  “You’re late,” he said to her as he looked up from the stack of folders he was reviewing.

  “It’s not my fault,” Jade insisted as she made her way toward him, her beautiful hazel eyes bright with joy. “It’s that therapist. She kept us overtime in Group again. We told her she was messing with our schedules, but she doesn’t care. You need to talk to her.”

  Jade stood in front of him, waiting for him to remove the folders on his lap. When he did, she knelt down and began unzipping his pants.

  “What’s her name?” he asked her.

  “Who?” she replied as she pulled it out.

  He shivered when her hand touched him. “The therapist who conducted Group this morning,” he managed to say. “What’s her name?”

  Jade gave him one lick. “Dunlap,” she said, and licked him again.

  He tossed the folders onto the side table and braced himself. “This is most inappropriate,” he said the way he’d been saying for months. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

  “Doing what?” Jade asked as her tongue circled his fully aroused member.

  “This,” the doctor said with strain in his voice.

  Jade smiled. “You just do your job and give yet another glowing report to my father,” she said, licking him up and down the line. “This is my job. You do your job, and I’ll do mine. Then I’ll leave this prison of a place and go on with my life. You’ll stay in this prison of a place and find yourself another willing participant.” She looked at his handsome face, and then at his large member. “Easily,” she added.

  And then she inhaled, opened her mouth wide, and took him in full.

  Brandy smiled when they brought DeAndre into the visitors’ booth inside the Jail, but DeAndre couldn’t pull it off. A glass wall separated them. They had to communicate by picking up a telephone. The other inmates were already giving him all kinds of grief, thinking they could intimidate him because he wasn’t a hardened criminal like them. They had nicknames for him already. Schoolboy. Sissy. Half-breed. Any name but his own. There was nothing, he felt, to smile about.

  “What did he say?” DeAndre asked as soon as he sat at the table and picked up the phone.

  “Good morning,” Brandy said. “They’re treating you okay, Dray?”

  “It’s okay,” he lied. “What did he say? Did you call him?”

  “Did I call who?”

  “The man you said could help us, Bran, what’s wrong with you!”

  She frowned. “Don’t you talk to me like that.”

  “Whatever. Did you call him, Bran?”

  She hesitated. Sometimes she wondered why she bothered. Yeah, I called him.”

  “What did he say?”
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  Brandy hated lying, but she couldn’t add to her brother’s burdens. “He’s looking into it.”

  “Into my case?” DeAndre was suddenly hopeful.

  “Yeah. He’s . . . looking into it, Dray.”

  “Good,” DeAndre said. “But tell him to come and talk to me first. Those cops believe I did it and they’ll make him believe it too.”

  “What about the video?” Brandy asked. “It’ll back up your story.”

  “But they claim there are no cameras inside that store.”

  “That’s a lie,” Brandy insisted. “Why wouldn’t they have cameras? I don’t believe that for a second!”

  “I don’t either,” DeAndre said. “But that’s what they’re claiming.”

  Brandy already knew this was going to be an uphill battle. But if the cops were willing to pretend evidence didn’t exist to get a conviction, she now realized just how steep the climb was going to be. But she couldn’t let her brother know that. “I found you a lawyer, Dray,” she said with another smile. “A good one.”

  “But I thought you said that rich dude was going to look into it?”

  “He is. But you’ll still need a lawyer for right now, rather than just some overworked public defender. He’ll be here to see you later today.”

  “The rich guy?”

  “The lawyer, Dray. He’ll be here later today.”

  “But what about your rich friend? When will he let us know something?”

  “Soon,” Brandy said. “Real soon.”

  “Tell him everything Will and Eddie are saying are lies. I didn’t shoot anybody and they know it. Tell him to come talk to me first.”

  Brandy nodded. “I will, Dray. I will. But what about you? They’re feeding you okay?”

  “I’m fine. I just wanna get out of here. I didn’t do anything. I didn’t shoot anybody and I didn’t try to rob anybody. But none of the cops will believe me.”

  “I told you not to talk to them.”

  “I’m not talking to them! I said I didn’t do it, that’s all I said. But they keep talking to me. They keep claiming they have all this evidence against me. But that can’t be true, Bran. I never did anything wrong. But they won’t believe me.”

  Brandy knew. They didn’t see this honor student with the good grades and the clean record. To them he was just another statistic. Another thug in jail. “Don’t you worry, Dray,” she said, to reassure him. “I’ll get you out of this. I promise you.”

  And although DeAndre still couldn’t pull off a smile, he did manage to appear less anguished.

  It was his sister who was inwardly agonizing. It was his sister who had phoned Harber Industries nearly ten times already, only to be told each and every time that Mr. Harber was not available. They wouldn’t even let her talk to one of his assistants.

  Not that she didn’t expect the resistance. She did. The man was a former president, after all. But she had to get through. And she knew ten thousand phone calls wasn’t going to get her through. She’d made up her mind this morning that she had to go to Harber Industries herself and give him no choice but to see her, and to hear her out.

  Desperate times, desperate measures, she thought, as she asked her brother once again if they were treating him right.

  Dutch and Gina sat in the backseat of the SUV as Addison, Dutch’s assigned Secret Service Agent and Driver, and Mitchell, Gina’s assigned Agent and Driver, both sat up front. Addison, the special agent in charge, drove.

  After their intense round of lovemaking, which placed them further behind than Gina’s late sleeping had done, they managed to finally be on their way. Dutch was holding Gina’s hand while he completed a series of calls on the car phone. Gina was reviewing paperwork for BBR.

  When Dutch ended his final call, he hung up and looked at his wife. Then he looked at the amount of paperwork she had to review. “Hectic day ahead?” he asked her.

  “I’d say,” she admitted. “But it’s a good thing. We’re helping a lot of people now.”

  Dutch moved his tie, that had slanted to the side, back to the front. “What kind of people is the question,” he said.

  Gina agreed. “They can be some unsavory characters, sure they can. But they’re trying to turn their lives around. We’re trying to facilitate that turnaround. It’s a messy process, but it works.”

  They used to argue with great regularity about the less-than-ideal location of Gina’s Block-By-Block Raiders organization, but after she agreed to let his security people fully upgrade the security around the place, and maintain a presence there, he stopped beating a dead horse. But if anything went wrong and one of those unsavory characters tried anything, that would be the last time Gina stepped foot into that building. He’d already made it clear to her that that would be the case.

  Not that she would have to give up her passion for helping the less fortunate. He wouldn’t do that to her. But what she didn’t know was that he had already purchased a building to be used if needed, and it wasn’t all that far from her current location. The neighborhood, however, was a world of difference.

  He looked at Gina as she continued to review her paperwork. She was tastefully dressed, he thought, in a conservative gray business suit and heels, and that soft hair of hers was cut in a bouncy, super-short bob. His job now was to keep her happy, and he aimed to do his job masterfully.

  “Do you have any plans for this weekend, Mrs. Harber?” he asked her.

  Gina looked up. She had to think about it. “Not really. Other than finally unpacking those boxes in the guest room. Why?”

  “Save the date. We are going to drop Little Walt off with Crader and Loretta at Crader’s estate in Florida, spend the night there, and then Saturday morning you’re going with me.”

  Gina smiled. “Where are we going?”

  “For me to know and for you to eventually find out.” Then he turned serious. “Save the date.”

  Gina nodded. “I will,” she said. “Gladly. I’d go to the ends of the earth with you, babe, you know I will. A weekend? Piece of cake.”

  Gina said this with a shake of her own shoulder, imitating a move Dutch habitually made, and Dutch laughed. And squeezed her hand.

  Then his phone rang again, he fielded another call, and Gina went back to reviewing her paperwork. But when he ended his call, and he began looking out of the window at the crowded city around them, she exhaled. She could tell he had heavy-duty issues on his mind.

  “Jade’s getting out today,” she said to him, deciding, of all the things on his mind, his daughter’s release from a mental health facility was probably paramount among them.

  Dutch exhaled. Another ghost in a closet already filled with too many. “Yes. Jade gets out today.”

  “I had the housekeeping staff prepare the East Room for her.”

  The location of that room wasn’t lost on Dutch. It was the room that was furthest from Little Walt’s. He looked at Gina. “How do you feel about that? About her coming to spend a couple days with us?”

  Gina’s eyes couldn’t conceal her distress. “She asked and we said yes, she could come. I agreed to it.”

  “Everybody’s entitled to change their minds, Gina. How do you feel about it now?”

  Gina had to think about it. Dutch loved her thoughtfulness. “I’m concerned, to be honest with you,” she admitted. “The closer it gets, the scarier it gets for me.”

  Dutch removed his hand from her hand and placed his arm around her shoulder.

  “I still remember walking into her house in DC,” Gina continued. “I still remember seeing her standing there, and how she didn’t say a word. She knew I was walking into a deathtrap, but she didn’t say a word. I can’t get that out of my mind.”

  Dutch squeezed her arm. “I know sweetheart,” he said. “I know.”

  “And then later, when she told the press I got what I deserved, it was kind of heartbreaking. I was in the hospital fighting for my life, and she said I got what I deserved. So I’m gravely concerned. I’m not
going to pretend I’m not. I am. But she’s your daughter. And I want you to have a special relationship with her just like you have with Walter.”

  Then she exhaled and looked at him. “You think she’s ready to be released?”

  “They say she’s ready.”

  “But you aren’t sure?”

  “No,” he admitted. “I’ve visited her every chance I could, and I’ve been impressed with her progress. The psychiatric staff at Hammersmith certainly are. But . . .”

  “But what, darling?”

  “I want my family together, as one unit. Lord knows I want that. And Jade is my oldest child. But for you and Little Walt’s sake, I have to be certain. It may seem cruel to her and her mother, but I have to be certain.”

  Gina leaned against him. She was glad of his skepticism. She was glad he was the kind of man who put his wife and child’s welfare above all else.

  But that was also why, when the car stopped in front of BBR’s headquarters building, Dutch began looking around, as he always did, at the rough neighborhood. He already had too much security in place as it was. Between Mitchell, Gina’s assigned Secret Service agent, and Dutch’s own people, it was too much. But he allowed her to keep BBR where it had always been since its inception. The compromise was the security, and she gladly compromised.

  She stuffed her paperwork into her briefcase as Mitchell got out of the car to open her door. He was a tall white man who looked like a Ken doll, only always serious as hell, but she knew Dutch had handpicked him for the assignment. She didn’t complain about that either.

  “I’ll call you,” she said to her husband as she leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

  He moved to get out too, to walk her in, but she stopped him.

  “No need, honey,” she said. “You have a plane to catch and you’re super-late already. I’ll see you when you get back tonight. All right?”

  Dutch pulled her into his arms and held her, closing his eyes tightly as he did. “You take care of yourself,” he said.