Mr. President - A Hot Romance (Mr Series - Book #8)

by Ivy Jordan

  “You promised you’d tell me anything that could be even remotely important,” he reminded me.

  Tears rolled from my eyes and down my cheek. My hand was dampened with my sadness as I held on to the phone, working hard to swallow my pain and speak clearly. “Obviously, there is nothing important to report,” I said, my voice shaken, and obviously filled with sorrow.

  I sniffled, swallowed hard, and took a deep breath as Michael remained silent for a few seconds. “Quinn, I’m coming over,” he insisted.

  “No,” I protested.

  “I know you haven’t confided in me, and I understand why. But you need a friend,” he said softly.

  I sobbed relentlessly from his kindness. “Please, just give me the week,” I pleaded.

  “Call me if you need anything at all,” he said.

  “I promise,” I replied, and then hung up the phone.

  Rowena felt horrible for pushing me to make Adam and me public, telling me so constantly.

  “It’s not your fault,” I said her over and over, trying to convince her.

  “Don’t you think you should answer his calls?” she asked.

  I gripped my phone, staring at the screen. There were more than a dozen missed calls from Adam, and countless texts that I couldn’t bring myself to read. “No. It’ll just go back to the way it was before. I love him. He has a way of making me forget my convictions,” I said.

  “And you have a way of making him forget his,” she said softly.

  I didn’t find that statement to be true. He hadn’t given up anything in this endeavor. He was able to get what he wanted from me both professionally and personally. He didn’t have to announce or proclaim his feelings, and he held all the power. He knew that. I didn’t realize it until I pushed for something more.

  “I was foolish. You warned me,” I smiled.

  The next week, Adam continued to call and I continued to ignore any attempt he made to contact me.

  “Someone is here for you,” Rowena said, peeking in my bedroom door where I’d barricaded myself for days.

  “Who?” I asked, fearing it was Adam coming to sway me back into his bed.

  “Michael Guidry,” she replied.

  My stomach churned as I got up and took a quick glance in the mirror at myself. My hair was pulled tight into a ponytail and my face hadn’t seen makeup for at least two days. “I’m not in the mood to see anyone,” I said quickly.

  “He said he’s not leaving. I’ll send him in here,” she snapped and disappeared from my doorway.

  I knew she was irritated that I’d let this breakup get to me so badly. I was contemplating going back to Minnesota and getting my old job back, but I didn’t want to tell her that just yet. I didn’t want to tell anyone.

  Michael stood in Rowena’s living room with a bottle of wine. “I thought you could use a drink,” he said, his voice kind and warm.

  He wasn’t wrong.

  We sat outside on the deck, drinking and talking for over two hours. He filled me in on everything that had happened in the White House and pleaded for me to come back. “Don’t let this ruin your dreams,” he insisted.

  “That’s just it. This wasn’t my dream,” I admitted.

  My dream was to have a talk show, one where my guests could share stories of inspiration. Ever since I wrote the article on my sister and her battle against cancer, I knew that was my dream.

  Adam veered me off course. My attraction for Adam veered me off course.

  “Are you coming back at all?” he asked, sipping the last of the wine from his glass.

  “I don’t know yet,” I sighed.

  “If it’s any consolation, he’s been a mess,” Michael said.

  My heart ached to learn Adam was hurting as well. I couldn’t let that consume me. He’d had his chance; he’d made his decision. Now, I had to make mine.

  “Don’t tell him you saw me,” I pleaded as Michael was leaving.

  “Okay,” he agreed, closing the door and leaving me to deal with my future.

  “I’m going back to Minnesota,” I announced to Rowena at breakfast.

  She set her coffee mug on the table and stared into my eyes with confusion. “Quinn, why would you do that?” she asked.

  “I’ve given it a lot of thought. I don’t want to hurt, but I don’t want to hurt Adam, either. If I stay, and I continue on in my position in the White House, sooner or later, what happened between us will be leaked by someone. That could destroy us both, but since we wouldn’t be together any longer, most likely him more than myself,” I explained.

  She paused as if she were trying to find an angle that proved me wrong. “You’re right,” she agreed after a slight hesitation.

  For some reason, her agreeing with me didn’t feel as good as I thought it would.

  I spent the day, and a good portion of the evening, looking for a place to live and talking to the people at my old job. They were all shocked I’d leave a high-powered position at the White House, but were very excited to have me back.

  A knock on the door pulled me from the couch where I surfed online for houses to rent in my old neighborhood.

  I opened it to reveal Adam’s Secret Service team on Rowena’s stoop. “I don’t want to see him,” I scoffed, slamming the door hard.

  One of the men’s hands stopped the door from closing, pushing it back open. “I’m afraid this isn’t a request,” he said firmly.

  “What? You’re going to drag me there kicking and screaming?” I chuckled sarcastically.

  “If I have to,” he said without emotion.

  I knew this was a battle I wouldn’t win. I grabbed my bag, followed the men to the black car, and quietly rode to the White House.

  I was escorted to Adam’s private quarters, where the bed we’d made love in mocked me.

  Soon after the men left, Adam entered.

  “This is a real dick move, even for you, Adam,” I snarled.

  He didn’t speak as he moved toward me. His blue eyes penetrated through my skin, and his confident swagger made me weak in the knees.

  This is why I knew I couldn’t see him.

  “I had no choice. I missed you,” he said softly, his arms wrapping around me.

  I tensed as he squeezed me, pulling away as soon as I found my escape.

  “So, you want to go public?” I asked sarcastically.

  “I don’t think we should announce anything,” he said.

  I let out a growl and moved towards the door. He caught me in his arms, pulling me back to him. Damn, he smelled so good.

  “But I think we should quit hiding our relationship. Let it come out on its own,” he said.

  It wasn’t the perfect plan, but it was enough to make me stop trying to run from the room, from him.

  “I love you, Quinn,” he said softly, tears welling in his eyes.

  It was all I wanted to hear. All I’d been wanting to hear this whole time. “I love you too, Adam,” I whispered. “You’re sure about this?” I asked.

  He pulled me into his chest, letting me get a long whiff of his irresistable scent. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”

  I let my arms wrap around him, squeezing him tightly into my heart. Our mouths searched for one another, finally landing our lips together for a powerful spark. We fell onto the bed, kissing passionately as we rolled in each other’s arms.

  Adam lifted from our embrace. His hands brushed my hair from my face as his lips gently landed on my nose for a sweet kiss. “I plan on flaunting you all over town,” he teased.

  I giggled at the thought of being on Adam’s arm in public.

  He rose up to his knees, squatting with his legs straddled over me. His hands worked quickly to unbutton my blouse, revealing my tight, full breasts. His eyes soaked me in, and then his mouth consumed my soft skin, paying close attention to my nipples with his skillful tongue.

  I arched my back, pushing my body toward him. His hands pulled at my pants, slipping them from my body. I hadn’t bot
hered to put panties on after my shower that night, and the look in Adam’s eyes proved he was pleased with my decision.

  “Damn, you’re sexy,” he gasped, quickly sliding down to let his mouth taste what he had just uncovered.

  My moans were filling the room fast as his tongue explored my tight pussy with forceful, long thrusts. I was close to coming when Adam lifted up from between my legs, pouncing from the bed and undressing while I watched with delight.

  My body was squirming from his teasing as he worked his way back onto the mattress, and then towards the head of the bed.

  His hard cock was long, thick, and smooth. His hand wrapped around it tightly, stroking it until the tip turned purple, and then soft pink as he released.

  My mouth watered, working up the saliva to be able to take him into my throat. A salty, sweet taste filled my tongue as it rolled around his member. He let out soft growls as I worked him in deeper and deeper between my lips.

  “Don’t make me come,” he whispered between growls.

  Soft flesh warmed my fingers as I gripped his balls, massaging them in the same rhythm my mouth pleased his cock.

  “Stop,” he whispered, pulling back.

  My suction tightened, not willing to lose this delicious flavor so soon. “I want to come together,” he insisted, slowly working himself from my grip.

  I let my legs fall apart, spreading my pussy wide open for his viewing pleasure. I loved that he saw me, that he looked at me with such hunger, and that his cock twitched when my fingers slid down my belly to the swollen clit pushing out from my patch of pubic hair.

  He pulled a condom from his nightstand drawer and slid it on carefully.

  Adam’s strong arms gripped me, pulling me into his chest as he pinned me beneath him on the bed. His cock rested at my pussy, throbbing against the pulsations pushing from between my own legs.

  Our eyes locked, never leaving their positions as he pushed into me with one forceful thrust. I let out a moan that could’ve awakened the whole nation, and he growled like a victorious grizzly bear.

  Our bodies melted together as we both held on to one another. He didn’t move, and I didn’t dare. Our orgasms exploded into one another without friction, without any movement at all. It was simply from that feeling of finally becoming one.

  Chapter Ten

  Adam stayed true to his word, no longer hiding our relationship. It was never officially announced, but people were talking.

  “Is it true you’re dating Quinn Hamilton?” one reporter asked during a scheduled press conference.

  My heart pounded against my chest as Adam turned a soft shade of pink at the podium. “It is true that Ms. Hamilton and I have been exploring some very personal feelings for one another,” he said without hesitation.

  Cameras all flashed in my direction, and reporters scrambled to be the next called upon. It was chaos as they yelled out question after question.

  “Is that why you brought her with you to the White House?” one asked.

  “I brought her to the White House because she is amazing at what she does,” he replied.

  Reporters started directing their questions to me. I wasn’t ready. “Do you think this has helped your career?” one reporter asked.

  I laughed nervously. “This was a huge risk, but one I’d take again and again if I had to,” I finally answered.

  Adam smiled in my direction, his blue eyes lighting up with pride. “That’s all,” he said, and stepped away from the podium.

  The press secretary took over, dodging any questions that involved the president’s personal life.

  “I’m sorry about that,” Adam said as I followed him from the press room.

  My hand slid into his, and I moved closer to him as we walked down the long hallway together. It felt good that everyone knew, and that there was no more worrying about when they’d finally figure it out.

  We’d been out on dates, spent time together during events, but since we’d been so close before, no one seemed to really notice, or at least not enough to say something publicly.

  “I’m so glad you didn’t deny it, Mr. President,” Michael said, rushing towards us in the hall.

  “I am, too,” Adam said, lifting my hand to his lips for a quick kiss.

  “No. Sir. You just dodged a huge bullet,” Michael said.

  He pushed a book towards Adam, one that was titled “Love on the Campaign Trail, A Prediction of the Next First Lady.”

  “What is this?” Adam asked, turning it over to display Sal’s face as the author.

  “I told you, it always comes out, one way or another,” I said.

  “I read it from front to back before bringing it to you,” Michael said.

  “It has nothing derogatory about either of you; in fact, it’s quite flattering. The author is a huge supporter, apparently worked closely with you both on the campaign trail in Minnesota,” Michael added.

  “Good. Then no damage control is needed,” Adam said, turning to wink at me. “We have dinner plans,” he added.

  Michael let us both know the book would be on the shelves in the morning, probably sold out by noon.

  “Should I step down?” I asked, feeling that this could still come back to bite one of us, or both of us, in the ass.

  “No. You earned your position here,” Adam stated firmly.

  “Yes. I agree,” Michael said quickly.

  “Are you certain? Even if only temporarily, until this blows over?” I questioned.

  Both men argued that I’d be stepping down for no reason. “You’ve proven yourself, both on the campaign trail and here in the White House,” Adam insisted.

  “Yes. And this Sal guy really gives you props for how you worked your ass off for Adam,” Michael added.

  “Okay,” I agreed.

  The next morning, the book was released and Sal was on every talk show known to man. “Crap,” I growled, switching through the channels.

  Adam stepped out of the bathroom, his toothbrush still hanging from his mouth, to see what I was growling about.

  “I wanted to scream from the mountain tops that I loved you. It’s good the world knows how important you’ve been to my life,” he said quickly, and then disappeared back into the bathroom.

  It wasn’t the first night I’d spent in the White House, in Adam’s personal quarters, but the exit this morning was feeling like a walk of shame.

  “Hold your head up high,” Adam encouraged me, giving me a quick kiss before we started our day tackling the latest big news: our love.

  The White House staff was gracious, no one offering more than a quick smile, or a nod to show approval, but the reporters were relentless.

  Adam decided to schedule a conference, one that would allow only a handful of reporters, and where he and I would tell our story.

  It felt awkward at first, like we were on trial as the six reporters lined up in chairs adjacent our seats.

  Adam started the conversation off with how we first met, a detail I wanted left out because of my age. “Were there romantic feelings then?” one of the reporters asked, to which Adam laughed.

  “I was twenty-four, Quinn was twelve. No, of course not,” he stated firmly.

  One of the reporters cornered me with the same question, to which I admitted having a school girl crush on the beautiful, blue-eyed man in the Air Force uniform.

  The more we talked, the more relaxed I became, actually enjoying hearing some of Adam’s answers.

  I’d never heard that he had feelings for me when he left the military, coming home to find the braces gone and the little girl he’d known gone, grown into a beautiful woman. I’d never heard it, because I’d never asked.

  “Why didn’t you pursue something then?” one reporter asked.

  “She was in college, and had a life ahead of her that I knew may very well not include me,” he replied, smiling in my direction.

  The cameras shut down, the reporters thanked us both for our candidness, and that was it. The whole story w
as out there. No more secrets.

  Epilogue

  Over three years had passed since Adam’s election, and we were working hard on his new campaign. The American people loved him, loved us, so we knew he had a great chance at a second term.

  “Never take anything for granted,” he reminded me as I reassured him he’d be elected again. I poked him in the ribs and smiled. My smile turned to a look of astonishment and wonder as I saw what he did next.

  He dropped to one knee, held out a black box, and slowly opened it to reveal a gorgeous diamond engagement ring.

  “Quinn, I’ll never take you for granted again for as long as I live. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?” Adam asked.

  Tears streamed down my cheeks as I jumped up and down, squealing like a kid at the circus. I’d dreamed of this day ever since we’d told the world about our love, but I figured it would be after re-election, and not a minute before.

  “Yes!” I screamed, jumping into his arms.

  The people were just as gracious about the proposal when it was announced, as they had been about our relationship. Venues were begging for us to hold our big day there, designers were sending me wedding dresses to try, and the American people were sending notes of encouragement, tips for a long and happy marriage, and even offers to help plan, execute, or clean up on our wedding day. It was overwhelming.

  “I love that story,” Rowena sighed, looking at me with a pride that made me feel like our mother was in the room, in her.

  My girlfriends from college were all dressed in pink dresses, ready to walk down the aisle of the little church in Minnesota. It was my mother’s church, the one she’d gone to faithfully twice a week until the day she died.

  I didn’t want a big fancy wedding, or a big expensive designer gown. A guest list with hundreds of people I didn’t know just didn’t seem right to me, and Adam agreed.

  “It’s just about us, our love, and sharing it with those who truly matter,” Adam said sweetly when I told him about my plans.

  I couldn’t be happier, and telling the story of our courtship, our engagement, to my dearest friends whom I hadn’t seen since college, or even high school—well, that was my dream.