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“We are going to be each other’s forever.” He seals it with a kiss.

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“May is the conference…” I hear the voice of the President’s secretary fade off when she walks into the room.

“I don’t know why I was about to ask that question. Of course, everything is ready.” She smiles, shaking her head. I can’t help feeling proud of my reputation as someone dependable.

“How’s it going Hayley?” She is really sweet. Whenever we see one another we always end up in a conversation.

“Busy as usual. Oh I should warn you; he is in a mood right now.” Oh boy.

“Oh no, what happened?”

“He lost to Carlos in the boxing ring downstairs.” That makes me giggle. Who would think the President would be boxing in the White House?

I hear everyone walking in, so I back out of the way and sit by the wall where I am when it is time for me to take notes.

It is always exciting to sit in on these staff meetings. Most of the time, I am staring at him, wondering if he could be the donor we have been looking for. I can certainly see the similarities.

“May? Is May in here?” He says my name, and it takes me a second to realize it. He doesn’t often speak to me himself, but when he does, I am always like a deer in headlights. Most of my assignments come from him but through Hailie or someone else.

“Yes. I’m here.” I say, standing up.

“Excellent. Come have a seat next to me. I need some fresh young eyes on this proposal for the Department of Agriculture.” Oh my God. I want to jump up and down. This is what I am going to school for. I didn’t think anyone knew it.

Swiftly, I try to do as asked without making a fool of myself, one hundred percent aware that everyone is looking at me. Once I am seated, Hailie begins the projection, and then Gabby, the social media consultant, squeals. All heads shift and look at her.

“Gabby, is there something you find funny?” Edgar, the chief of staff, asks her.

“Oh, my gosh yeah. I mean, I can’t believe you all don’t see it.” We are all looking at one another now, trying to figure out what the hell this girl has been swallowing in her spare time. “Has no one noticed how much May and POTUS look alike?” My eyes get wide because this is too bizarre.

“Holy cow, you’re right,” Rich, the other intern, says. “They have the same butt chin, and their eyes are crazy similar.” Holy shit. What is happening right now? I chance a peek at the man in question, and for a split second, I see something pass across his face, and then it is gone. Well, shit. That escalated quickly.

CHAPTER EIGHT

LOGAN

FOUR DAYS LATER

DATE THREE

I let us into the hotel room I rented for our staycation. The Capital Hotel is nicer than any place we’ve ever stayed at before. The room came with champagne, but we don’t drink so it remains untouched. I love the look on her face right now. I want to be able to give her the world.

“What are we doing here, Logan?” she asks, looking around the room in awe.

“A change of scenery.”

“Are you already bored with me?” she asks.

“What? No.”

“We can do this at home, for free,” she says, giggling.

“Get over here, baby,” I say, kissing her. I strip her naked and toss her into the center of the bed. I strip faster than I ever have before and join her. I suck her perfect nipples into my mouth before licking down her body before She moves with me as I take her. I have never felt anything so good. She’s my heart. My soul. My everything. I look down to where we are connected and my cock swells.

“Logan, please. I need more, please,” she begs, making me slam back into her. She squeals in delight as I fuck her. Her pussy pulses on my dick, squeezing me. Her nails rake down my back as she wraps her legs around my waist. I fuck into her harder and harder. Over and over, I drive my cock as far into her as I can. Reaching between us, I rub her clit until she comes. Then I fill her with my seed. There’s so fucking much of it, I pull out and paint her tits and belly with my seed too. Marking her like the savage she makes me. I love this girl, and nothing can change that.

“You are so fucking beautiful, May. My May,” I murmur, kissing her over and over again. She kisses me back like I’m the oxygen she needs to breathe.

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