Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(30)

I guess that, even though my assignment was a failure, we succeeded in  what was our purpose. The country stands with Austin and now …  now I'm no  longer needed.

"I'm going now," I tell Tracy, going up to my feet. With all the  confusion in the room, I can probably sneak out without anyone noticing.

Except Austin has other plans.

"One more thing," Austin says into the mic, his strong voice booming  over the loud celebratory ruckus. Everyone quiets down in response, and  even I turn on my heels to see what else Austin's going to say. And when  I turn around, I realize that he's looking straight at me.

"Even though my relationship with Ashley started the way it did … " He  takes a deep breath, a few cracks showing in his poised posture. "She's  the best damn thing that has ever happened to me. And I don't want to  lose her just because I'm unconventional." Still looking straight at me,  he goes around the podium and starts walking down the aisle, heading  toward me. I remain frozen in place, my mouth slightly ajar as I try to  wrap my mind around what Austin has said.

Did I dream it? Or did he really say he didn't want to lose me?

Coming up to me, Austin takes both my hands in his and offers me a  gentle smile. The cameras are all focused on us, and everything that's  happening is being broadcasted to the entire world. I'm on the world  stage now, billions of eyeballs on me.

"What are you doing, Austin?" I tell him in a whisper, my heart's racing  so fast I wouldn't be surprised if it simply jumped out of my chest.

"The right thing. The country needs a First Lady like you," he replies  with a whisper of his own and, without waiting for a reply, he goes down  on one knee.

"You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, Ashley. I love you  like I've never loved anyone or anything …  and I need you by my side."  With that, he reaches inside his jacket and brings out a small box.  Popping it open with a flick from his thumb, he shows me the most  beautiful ring I've ever seen, something antique and with a discrete  diamond cresting the golden band. "Will you marry me?"

"I … " I stammer, not knowing what to say, but then every single thought  inside my head falls into alignment. "Yes! Yes, I will!" I tell him,  biting down on my lower lip as I feel the sting of tears in my eyes.

Smiling gently, Austin takes the ring out of the box and, grabbing my  hand, he places it on my finger. It fits perfectly, almost as if destiny  wanted that ring to be mine.

"It's beautiful, Austin," I whisper as he stands up in front of me, his eyes on mine.

"It was my grandmother's. And now it's yours, Ash," he tells me, placing  one hand on the nape of my neck and leaning in to kiss me.

All around me, the room seems to explode with the flash of cameras and  the quick chatter of reporters and onlookers. But I don't care about any  of that, and I barely even register any of it.

Right now, I'm the happiest woman in the world.





30





Ashley





We left the conference room, both our bodies and souls begging for us to  surrender to the moment. Ignoring the millions of questions raining  down on him, Austin simply grabbed my hand and lead the way out of the  room. I walked after him as if I was living a dream, corridor after  corridor, hallway after hallway.

Everyone we passed smiled at us, but no one dared say a word. They all  knew this moment was one to be shared only by Austin and me. Now,  completely lost inside the White House, I halt to a stop and force him  to look at me.

"Where are we going?" I ask him, my heart beating fast inside my chest.

"The Oval Office, of course," he replies in a single breath, and then  starts walking again, dragging me after him. The moment we step foot  inside the Oval Office he simply closes the door behind us and locks it.

"What about Tracy? She probably needs to talk with you right now?" I  ask, but my body doesn't care about any of that. The only thing my body  cares about is the man standing right in front of me.

"Don't worry. I left her a message telling her to run interference for a  couple of hours. This moment is just ours, Ashley. And I want you to  know that …  That you're my everything. I don't know what would be of me  if I didn't have you by my side."

"I'll be by your side …  Always," I tell him, looking into his eyes and  feeling my heart beat at a happy pace. I've never felt this happy, this  complete …  Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd ever felt like  this. And it has nothing to do with the fact that Austin is rich, or  that he's the President. No, I would love him if he was just a  struggling musician, or a waiter at a restaurant. I would love him no  matter what. "I love you, Austin …  I really do."

"I love you too," he smiles, taking one step toward me and caressing my  cheek with the back of his hand. Leaning in, he brushes his lips against  mine, kissing me gently as my eyelids droop.

We kiss in abandonment, the happiness inside my chest almost too much  for me to take. I could cry right now, swear to God I could. This kiss  is so perfect, and it seals the love between us in such a way that I  could cry a river of joyful tears.

Pulling back from my kiss, he looks into my eyes and smiles, a deep  tenderness in the way with which he's looking at me. For a man as cocky  and hard as he is, there are a lot of things that the world doesn't know  about Austin. Such as how tender and gentle how he can, and how he has  the biggest Earth out of everyone I know. The moment the voters put him  in the White House, they made the best decision of their entire lives.

Breathing softly, his hands go down the side of my body, and he rests  his fingers over the dimples on my lower back. Leaning in again, we kiss  as I grab his jacket and push him down his arms. We let it fall down to  the floor, and my fingers go straight for his shirt, unbuttoning it  with a kind of slow patience. When it's finally open, I untuck it from  his pants and brush my fingers over the naked wall of abs on his  stomach.         

     



 

Pressing his body against mine, he leans in and, instead of taking his  lips to mine, he lays them on my neck, gently nibbling at my skin. At  the same time, his hands go around my waist and he hooks his thumb on  the hem of my skirt. My heart is beating fast, anticipation making it  pick up the pace.

I can't believe we're going to fuck in the Oval Office.

Still running my fingers over the valleys between his abs, I then let my  hands follow an upward line up to his chest. Holding the side of his  face, I go on tiptoes and run my tongue along the crevice between his  lips.

Pulling me close, he lets of my skirt and grabs my blouse, pulling it  up. I lift my arms up in the air and allow him to undress me, my lace  bra revealing itself to him. Looking at me with an eager smile, he pulls  me back into his embrace; my breasts press against his naked chest, and  my skin prickles as we make contact.

His hands go around my body and, grabbing the clasp of my bra, he  unhooks it with a quick flick of his fingers. Pulling it out, he pushes  both straps down at the same time, and he then throws the bra onto the  floor. My nipples become even harder as the cool air in the office laps  at them, and I feel a column of fire climbing up my spine.

Mimicking his movements, I grab his shirt and push it down his arms,  allowing it to float down and land right on top of my blouse and bra.  Smiling at him, I let my fingers hike down his naked chest before I grab  his belt; unbuckling it with slow but sure movements, I then hook my  fingers on his pants and pull him into me.

He grabs me by the ass eagerly, the palm of his hands fitting perfectly  over the curve of my ass cheeks, and he squeezes them softly. My nipples  brush against his skin, and I close my eyes, my fingers working as if  they have a life of their own; I pull his zipper down and then, turning  my hand around, I flatten the palm of my hand against the bulging shape  tenting his boxer briefs.

Letting go, I use my index finger to trace the contour of his hard  member over the fabric of his boxers. I exhale sharply as I feel him  pulse against my fingers, but I just keep on teasing, fully knowing that  the more I do it the bigger the payoff is going to be. And if there's  something I love, it's a good payoff.

"Let's take you out of these clothes," I whisper as I nibble at his  lower lip. Grabbing at his boxer briefs, I push them down and his cock  springs free immediately, brushing against my fingers. Allowing desire  to make my movements wilder, I push both pants and boxers down his legs.  He kicks off his shoes fast and then steps out of his clothes, kicking  them to a faraway corner of the office.

I take one step back, my eyes widening as I take in his naked figure. If  Leonardo Da Vinci was alive, he'd make a sculpture out of Austin's  body, there's no doubt of it in my mind.

My body acting with a life of its own, I lower myself to the floor.  Kneeling in front of him, I rest my hands on his knees and then let my  fingers slide all the way to his inner thighs, Austin's breathing  growing deeper as I close in on his cock. Looking up at him, I start  leaning in but I stop right before my lips touch the tip of his cock.  Grinning, I part my lips and dart my tongue out, flicking it against his  cock. He shudders as I do it and, exhaling sharply, he rests both his  hands on the top of my head.