Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(27)

Flicking his tongue over every square inch of my pussy, he licks me dry,  only stopping when his tongue is rasping against my inner lips. Then,  turning his head from side to side, he uses the tip of his tongue to  clean my inner thighs.

"There, much better," he whispers, slowly going up to his knees. I look  at my him and my heart skips a beat as I notice a thin strand of cum  dangling from his lips. Forcing my body to start working again, I kneel  in front of him and, without saying a word, grab him by the hair and  crush my mouth against his.

I take whatever cum there still is in his mouth inside of mine, both our  tongues wrestling for all that dirty loot. By the time we pull back  from each other, we're already running out of breath.

"This was crazy," he tells me, but what he really wants to say is that  he just loved what happened. And the craziness between what we just did  just adds to the way he loved it.

"Yeah, it was," I reply, reaching for my gown and picking it up from the  floor. Going up to my feet, I squeeze myself inside the gown once more,  feeling as if I've just taken a two-year long vacation. Sometimes sex  is the only thing you need to feel completely renewed. At least that's  the case for me ever since I met Austin.

"Let's go back," Austin says as he buttons up his shirt. "But I still  want to fuck you again once we're out of here," he continues, his eyes  flickering with lust once more.

"I wasn't expecting anything else," I chuckle, wondering what the hell happened to me.

Just a few weeks back I was a virgin who didn't believe in men. And now  here I am, laughing with a man that embodies everything that I hated …   and craving his cock more than I crave the air I breathe.

Life  –  it really is a surprising journey.





26





Ashley





"Fucking finally!" Austin laughs as he pushes the cork out of the  champagne bottle. It flies up in the air and crashes on the floor after  bouncing off the ceiling; a torrent of bubbly champagne starts gushing  out of the bottle and Tracy and I rush to place our glasses under the  stream of alcohol.

"Alright, one more!" Austin continues in a gleeful tone, handing Tracy  the open bottle of champagne and opening another. We're inside Tracy's  office, and the room is completely packed with staff members, all of  them in a celebratory mood. Why? Easy enough: Austin's jobs bill has  just passed.

Despite Walker's best efforts, Austin's showmanship was just too much  for the disgruntled Speaker of the House. And, after so many months of  pushing his bill and fighting the Senate, Austin has finally done it.

"Come here," he tells me, resting the second bottle of champagne on  Tracy's desk and coming up to me. He takes one hand to my waist and  pulls me into him, his lips looking for mine. "This victory  …  you're  part of it, you know?" he tells me, looking into my eyes with a soft  smile.

Smiling back at him, I tuck one lock of hair over my hair. "No, this is  all you," I tell him, going on tiptoes and brushing my lips against his  again. "All you," I repeat, pushing one glass of champagne into his  hands while I take a sip from mine.

"We deserve this break. I think I'm finally putting all the scandals and  bullshit behind my back, and that's --" He trails off as the door to  Tracy's office swings open, and an intern with disheveled hair steps  inside.

"I …  I … " the young intern starts, bending down and placing both hands on  his knees as he tries to catch his breath. "Walker …  Walker just held a …  a  press conference." The intern finally manages to say and, judging by  the tone of his voice, whatever Walker said at the press conference  wasn't good.

Wasting no time, Tracy pulls her phone from her purse and boots it up. A  few seconds later and she's holding her breath. "Fuck," she hisses, and  that's all I need to know that whatever happened, must be really bad;  Tracy never curses.

"What's going on?" Austin asks her, and her eyes jump from him to me.

"Walker, he …  he wants to impeach you."

"Impeach me? That's absurd! How the hell does he --"

"Austin," Tracy whispers, lowering her voice and wetting her lips with  her tongue. "He said that your relationship is a fake one …  He's saying  that you made a fool out of the country and out of your voters. He's  saying all sorts of things about your integrity, and he's calling for a  special investigation."

Austin doesn't say anything and Tracy goes to the television and turns it on.

It's the news. The TV screens are usually on in here, but the one day  they were off is the day that Speaker Walker has to try and impeach the  President.

You know? It's like, can the universe give us a break?

Tracy turns up the volume.

"And I have it on good authority, that the President of the United  States, acting in collusion with his Chief of Staff, Tracy Comerford,  have engineered a situation to fool the American people into believing  for whatever reason that he's going to get married," Walker says on  television.

The room is silent. I can hear my own heart beating so loudly though.

"Why, I don't know, the President would want to do this, but this woman  we have no idea over. We need to investigate her and we need to remove a  President with such bad judgment," he says.         

     



 

Tracy turns off the television. The sounds of laughter and cheer, just a few moments ago, have vanished.

"Fuck," Austin mutters, his face suddenly growing pale. Walking around  Tracy's desk, he sinks down onto her chair, staring at the glass of  champagne in his hand, almost as if it held the answers he needs.  "Ashley, Tracy …  The two of you, stay. Everyone else, leave the room.  Please."

Nobody dares to question him; I hear the shuffling of feet as everyone  rushes out of the office, and then someone closes the door. The mood  inside the office was a celebratory one, but now that mood has soured  like a bad wine.

"We're fucked," Austin growls, looking up to meet Tracy's gaze. He's  gripping the glass in his hand so tightly that I expect the glass to  shatter sometime soon. He's angry, I can tell, and that makes my heart  tighten up inside my chest; after how hard he's worked, everything could  go up in smoke.

"How the hell did he find out?" Tracy says as she sits on one of the  chairs lined against the wall of her office. She's pinching the bridge  of her nose, a nervous tick that surfaces whenever she's at a loss on  what to do.

"This plan was too risky …  we shouldn't have done this," Austin whispers,  still looking down at his glass. Maybe he's right but, still, his words  make my heart ache; if it weren't for this plan, Austin and I would  have never crossed paths. But I can't think of that now. No, I came to  the White House to do a job, not to fall in love.

"Fuck," Austin continues, finally letting go of his glass and slamming  his fist down on the desk. The glass wobbles from side to side and  tumbles forward, champagne spreading over the surface of Tracy's desk.  "This is fucking serious."

"Calm down," Tracy says, jumping up to her feet. "We can …  we can hold a  press conference and deny all this. He doesn't have any proof, and we  made sure nothing exists in writing. Even if he manages to provoke a  special investigation, no one will be able to figure out we hired  Ashley. He can't prove a thing, and I think that we --"

"You're forgetting something, Tracy," Austin cuts her short. "If we go  down that route, I'd have to really marry Ashley," he says, pursing his  lips and giving Tracy a cold stare.

Without saying a word, I sit down on the chair facing Tracy's desk and  look down at my lap, Austin's words echoing inside my head. The way he  said it, it's almost like the last thing he wants in the world is to  marry me. Somewhere along the way, I guess I started believing that our  fake relationship was becoming something else  …  but I guess I was wrong.

"No one will have the guts to impeach you," I finally manage to say,  looking from Tracy to Austin and putting my game face on. "I have enough  dirt to bury at least half the senate. They won't lift a finger against  you."

"No," Austin dismisses me with a wave of his hand. "I'm not sinking down  to that level. I thought you knew me better, Ashley. I'm better than  that" Then, changing gears fast, he narrows his eyes into slits and  locks them on mine. "Who in your office knew about the deal?"

"What are you trying to say? Only one other person knows of our deal,  and I trust her with my life, Austin. Don't try and accuse me or my  people, when you're the one surrounded by people who make their living  by lying!"

"Don't act so mighty now. That's exactly what you do for a living," he  says flatly, his cold stare making me feel as if someone stabbed me  through the heart.