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Alex.
“After your littleaccident, do you really think a woman like Jaclyn is going to remain your dutiful wife?” She takes her phone back and tucks it in her purse.
“Relax, it’s fine. She doesn’t know about me and Cara,” I insist.
“You’ve forgotten that your wife is an educated woman. If Alex hasn’t told her the truth, it’s only a matter of time before she figures out that you were fucking your aide on your wedding day. And I give her a few weeks before she puts two and two together that you’ve been sleeping with any woman willing to spread her legs, since you were eighteen. Sure, she’ll stand beside you for photo ops, but she won’t enthusiastically support you.” My mother groans, and as I’m about to reply, she continues her rant, “Things are different now than they were when your father ran. Yes, she’s a Taylor, but Jaclyn is the perfect choice because you need a First Lady who does something other than stand there and look pretty. If you want the White House, you have to win her over; you need to look at her the way Alex does.”
“Can’t you see he wants to stealmywife?” I growl.
“He’s quite the actor. If he does manage to steal her from you, you deserve it. What you did…” She tsks. “You’re worse than your father. Fix this, or you’ve not only ruined her life but yours, too.” As she stands, she brushes her skirt to smooth out any wrinkles. “The wedding was beautiful, by the way. I’m so happy she went with lavender and white.”
My mother is right; I’m throwing away my shot at the presidency. Fuck, maybe even reelection in Florida.
Once she leaves, the nurse from before comes back in, and my eyes fall to her full breasts as she coyly asks, “Anything I can assist you with, Mr. Blake?”
What’s one last bit of fun before I'm saddled with the ol’ ball and chain?
“I seem to have an ache I could use yourassistancewith, Nurse”—I check her name tag—“Wendy.”
Wendy checks the door and returns her gaze to me. “I’m here to help, sir.” She pulls back the blanket covering my lap and lifts the medical gown. “You have swelling. May I assist…manually?”
“I think it needs something warmer,” I suggest, and she wets her lips.
As Wendy leans in, the door flies open, and she quickly pulls back. “Oh, good, you’re still here,” my mother chides as I scramble to cover up. “You’re fired. Andyou…” She glares at me. “You should be wooing your wife, not your nurse. I was going to give you the goodnews that you’ll be discharged later today. Perhaps I should tell them you need to stay here indefinitely if you can’t keep it in your pants, Christopher.”
Mom turns on her heel before I can protest, and Wendy rushes after my mother. When the door shuts behind them, I’m left alone for a moment with my hard cock. Needing release, I fist it, but the vibe left the room with Wendy. I manage to make out a few shouts before the door opens again, and a man in a white coat walks in.
“Good news, you’ll be released later today, Mr. Blake, pending your echo results and drug test. We should have both shortly. Are there any arrangements you’d like us to make?”
“No, any arrangements can be made by my family.”
He nods and walks out. As soon as the door closes, I relieve the ache Wendy couldn’t take care of, surprised by Jaclyn’s name passing my lips as I come.
Chapter 19
Alex
My usual weekday morning alarm blares, waking Jaclyn. After a few curses to myself, I quickly silence it; there’s no way I’ll be able to go back to sleep. I cancel all alarms set for the next two weeks and set it aside.
“Shh, go back to sleep, princess. I’m going for a quick run. I’ll be right back.” After our night, she needs her rest.
She murmurs an intelligible response, and I slip out of bed. Looking around for running shoes, I quickly discover they don’t exist here. “Between the two of us, we can buy whatever you’re looking for later today,” I’m able to make out from her sleepy mumbles, and disappointment settles in my gut. I miss having the pavement beneath my feet and the rush of beating my personal best. I need it—almost as much as I need her—and I haven’t gone for a run in the past fewdays.
Fuck the shoes. A perfect, beautiful woman is in my bed all but begging me to claim her as mine.
“I was going to go for a run, but I need to pick up new shoes. Though, I can think of a few things we could do to burn calories.”
“Alex,” she giggles, “you’re such a flirt.” I strip off my clothes, and she sits up. “Wait—” I can’t. I won’t. I don’t and climb back into bed with her. “I’m serious. I want to. It’s just that I’m going to start my… um,time of the month. Any day now.” It’s endearing that she thinks that will stop me from my desperation to finally have her.
My bare cock nudging at the entrance of her tight pussy, I admit, “I couldn’t care less, but we don’t have con—” She locks her heels behind me and draws me closer, slipping an inch inside her. “Fuck.”
“You probably shouldn’t come inside me; I’m not on birth control. But I need you, Alex.” Her words are my undoing.I. Need. You. Alex.The four little words wash over me as she pulls me in another inch. “You feel so good,” she whispers through uneven breaths.
She’s wrong—she feels more than good, she’s fucking perfect. I resist pushing in the rest of the way and kiss the hell out of this beautiful goddess in front of me instead. A selfish part of me wishes that I could get her pregnant, seeing her belly swell month after month while she campaigns with my brother, knowing it’s mine.
“Are you sure about this?” she whimpers as I slowly rock in and out of her.
“I am if you are. You said you’re supposed to start any day now, right? You took biology, so we both know it’s statistically unlikely you could get pregnant.” The realization is disappointing. I thrust deep inside her and hold, needing to be sure she still wants this, wantsme. “Do you want me to stop?”
