The President, My Lover Read Online Cassandra Dee, Kendall Blake

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
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So I held her close once more, breathing in the clean scent of her hair.

“Have I turned you off?” I asked in a low voice. “Now that you’ve seen some of the inner workings of government and politics, are you completely disgusted?”

“No not at all,” she said quickly. “Just surprised. I didn’t know a lot of this, and it’s new to me. I just have to think.”

I nuzzled her neck, my cock twitching once more and bringing my baser thoughts to the fore. But at the same time, my respect for Bridget grew because once again, the girl takes her time and doesn’t pretend to know everything. She had to research and ponder, and that was okay with me. Better than rushing in headfirst and causing a nuclear disaster in the process.

So appreciating the woman that much more, I bent down and caught a nipple in my mouth, sucking the delicious pink candy. She gasped, eyes wide.

“President Carter, again?” she asked in a breathy voice.

“Again,” I confirmed. “I want you, Bridget Martin.”

And with that, we were off to the races because this brunette is the answer to my dreams. Sure, we met on Gold Medallion but hey, there are worse ways to meet these days. Besides, I’m in a very peculiar position. I can’t date without the press hounding me to the ends of the Earth, so my staff have invented a novel way to find female companionship. And with Bridget, they’d done better than good. They’d blown my expectations out of the water … and all I wanted was more time with the gorgeous brunette.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Bridget

Two months later …

I can’t believe this is happening. Because I’ve been out on so many bad dates that being ghosted afterwards shouldn’t take me by surprise. But this time, I can’t help but feel hurt because I thought Robert and I had a real connection. I thought the alpha male really felt something for me, and that our link was deep and true.

Because we did more than hook-up. Sure, he was my alleged “male escort,” but it wasn’t anything like that. For one, no money was exchanged. My first payment to Gold Medallion was refunded back to my credit card, and there was no payment for any subsequent meetings.

Plus, we felt each other on a deeper level and I could tell that the charismatic male liked it. It’s in the way he kissed me and touched me, not to mention the conversation we had. Sure, our encounters would start out hot and heavy, but after he blasted within my body, drenching my vag with jism, often he’d want to talk. And we did, for hours and hours and hours about politics, current events, as well as the silly stuff that happens at the Star Gazette.

“So let me understand,” he drawled, still breathing hard after a mindblowing session. He’d stroked my anus this time before breaching that deep hole and I was lying in his arms, still dazed and confused. “Your boss wants you to bake cookies for the Star’s anniversary party.”

I nodded, trying to focus, but every cell of my body felt so good.

“It’s true,” I mewled softly. “I thought I was a copy editor, but sometimes I think I’m more of their personal servant.”

Robert snorted.

“I’ll call the White House kitchen and ask them to whip something up for you. When is this party again? Tomorrow? Ridiculous,” he grunted, hand already reaching for the intercom.

“No, don’t!” I squealed, grabbing at that muscular arm. “I’ll feel bad if you get people out of bed to bake for me. Plus, it’s not their job,” I said with a flush to my cheeks. “They put together meals for visiting dignitaries, not the ragtag crew at the Star.”

But President Carter couldn’t be stopped.

“Naw honey, the kitchen staff loves this kind of stuff. A bake sale? It’s a change from their usual duties. Plus,” he added with a smoldering look my way, “I plan on trashing your pretty cunt a couple more times before you go home tonight, so there won’t be any time for you to bake.”

And with that, I melted in his arms, helpless under that charismatic blue gaze. Because Robert is my everything now. The rest of my life has shrunk to insignificance, and the only thing I’m able to think about is the alpha male and our time together. Even Renee has picked up on it.

“What’s with you?” she said, squinting at me curiously. “It’s like you’re here but you’re not here.”

My attention snapped back in place.

“Sorry,” I said, blushing while spooning up another mouthful of soup. “Didn’t hear you just now.”

But that didn’t throw my friend off.

“No seriously, Bridge. What’s going on? You’re so spacey and weird, and you’re even glowing a bit,” she said slowly, eyeing my luminous skin and flushed cheeks. “Seriously, what’s going on?”



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