Elijah blinked, getting up from his seat, meeting her halfway. Tears formed in his eyes as he looked over her beautiful face. His heart skipped a beat when she reached out to touch his face.
“You… you’re here,” he murmured softly, putting his hands on either side of her face, feeling the warmth of her touch – making sure she was relaxed.
Meredith nodded as tears rolled down her cheeks.
“I’m here,” she spoke softly, her breath touching his face.
“I –“
“Shh…” she shushed him, putting a finger on his mouth. She smiled at him, wiping away the tears that had escaped his eyes. “I’m sorry for doubting you.”
“No. I’m sorry for being a coward,” he muttered, grinning back at her.
He pulled her in for a tight hug, soothing them both after missing out on each other for the past few weeks. Having her back in his arms had brought so much happiness to him, he couldn’t stop tearing up.
So, this is what it means to love..
When Meredith looked up at him, he leaned his head lower and gently brushed his lips on hers before planting a kiss on her temple.
“I love you, Meredith Fields, my princess,” he whispered.
He didn’t understand why, but it felt like a thorn had been removed from his heart when he said those words. He felt lighter because finally, he was able to be honest with her.
He'd finally told her the words he had always wanted to say.
She nodded, then smiled.
“I know. I love you too, Mr. Scott. Or should I say, Mr. President?”
The presidency was the furthest thing from his mind. “You realize that I’m going to hold you forever?” He pulled her closer to his body, their chests pressed against each other.
“Forever?” she leaned her head on his muscled chest, inhaling his scent.
“Forever,” he smirked as he leaned down to nuzzle her neck.
“Sounds good to me,” she responded with a grin.He smelled her hair and kissed her. He devoured her mouth then moved down, latching on her neck, kissing and nibbling on the smooth column of flesh that he missed so badly.
Who would have ever thought that the woman he met at a masquerade sex party, who'd haunted his dreams for weeks would be Meredith?
He'd never expected to meet her again. He hadn't meant to grow attracted to her. And it hadn't been part of his plan to fall in love with her.
But now he had her – for good.
When they broke the kiss, Meredith held his hand and led him to sit back on his chair. She then sat on his lap, teasing him as she rubbed her ass against his throbbing cock.
He groaned.
“Let’s watch and wait for the results,” she said giggling.
“I have a better idea…” he murmured against her neck, feeling like the luckiest man in the world.
As she continued to torment him mercilessly, he reflected. He really was lucky. Whether he won the election or not, he was with the woman he loved. He was never letting Meredith go again, not this time.
He just needed to get past tonight, and then he could put a ring on her finger. Then a little piece of him would be with her everywhere — just as it should be, he thought.
Wedding bells might just be in the White House’s future.
Chapter Forty-One
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His best friend’s little sister is about to get something… BIG.
Henry Wyatt is big all over, ripped as sin, and fresh out of the Navy SEALs. When he decides to go to his best friend’s cabin for some downtime, the last thing he expects is to run into her, naked and tempting him in ways he never could have imagined.
Ellie’s his best friend’s little sister and he’s never seen her like that. Little Ellie is all grown up, with a body that begs to be touched.
There’s no way Henry should be looking at her like that, or thinking about how her body would sway just so if he turned her over and took her from behind. She’s almost ten years younger than him, and besides that, she’s Elijah’s little sister.
She’s off limits. Period. Until Ellie reveals that she’s never been with a man before, and suddenly all Henry can think about is being her first. Hell, he’d be the last man she was ever with, too… But Ellie has her own set of reasons why that could never happen.
When Henry sets his mind to something though, there’s no stopping him… and little Ellie doesn’t stand a chance.
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You need to get hold of yourself, Henry told himself as he plowed his SUV through the Carolina snow-covered mountain. This isn’t you. It isn’t. It’s the damn PTSD. Shit. You have to get control.
He’d been driving already for nearly four hours. It wasn’t his first impulsive move. Ever since finishing his last tour with the Navy, he felt like he’d been floating. A part of him felt like he’d lucked out with a military contracting position. It paid the bills and then some, all while still leaving enough time to buckle down with what might be the first right career fit of his life.
Henry loved what he did at the veteran rehabilitation clinic. It helped him stay connected to fellow vets, and being on the ground floor helping them find jobs provided instant gratification. He could really see how his efforts were paying off in a way his military career had never allowed for. Plus, it was the first time he’d met veterans like him. They knew what it was like to carry the worst of scars deep inside, cradling them like children.
For a long time, he thought he could handle it. Hell, he thought he had handled it. The VA officer had cleared him to work with veterans, what more of a go-ahead could a person get?
And he had to hand it to Bill. His boss could have easily fired his ass the moment Henry had him pinned against the wall.
He still couldn’t believe he'd done that. Henry couldn’t even remember what kind of PTSD waking nightmare he’d been caught up in the day of the freak-out—but he could remember the aftermath with embarrassing accuracy.
Watching the security footage really tied it all together. It was hard to see any subtle expressions he might have exhibited going into the “trance,” as he liked to call it. The video was grainy and the camera, like all of them in the rehab clinic, provided just one angle. But one angle was enough.
It looked like he was just tucked into his work, bowed over some papers at his desk. Thank God there weren’t any clients scheduled with him that afternoon. As he’d watched the footage, Bill at his side, he'd noticed tiny shifts in his demeanor. Then the pen had dropped out of his hands, and he placed both palms flat on the table. He watched his own head lift, and a dead, stiff gaze locked on the bulletproof glass that made up his office window. There was a lot of bulletproof glass in veteran services operations.