Thief:A Bad Boy Romance(101)

 

“Not yet maybe,” I say, moving my hand up to push her hair back over her ear.

 

She swallows heavily, and I can feel my cock about ready to tear a hole through my pants as I feel her hips just barely arch up to press against me.

 

Fuck the job, fuck the duty, fuck the situation with our parents; all I want to do is fuck this girl again. All I want to do is wrap those legs around me, and slide every inch of my cock inside that utterly perfect, tight, wet pussy of hers.

 

“That night was a one time thing, you know,” she says, utterly unconvincing.She looks like she’s one second away from moaning out loud.

 

“Oh, of course,” I growl, leaning my face closer to hers.

 

“I’m serious.” Her voice is barely a whisper, and I can feel the words breathe across my lips.

 

“Definitely.”

 

And I’m about four millimeters away from bruising my lips to hers, when my fucking earpiece squawks.

 

The moment shatters like glass as she suddenly gasps and shoves me away, wriggling out from between me and the wall as I groan and knock the wall with palm of my hand.

 

“What?” I growl irritably into my mouthpiece.

 

A routine check-in. Wonderful.

 

I’m still okaying everything with the radio op when I glance up to see her glaring at me as she pushed the secret door back open to the office. “Maddie-”

 

“I’m serious, Hunter,” she spits out. “A one time thing.”

 

And this time she is serious.

 

“Get it out of your head, I mean it.” Her eyes flash at me, but not in the way they did moments ago. This time it’s angry and resolute. Then she’s marching out of the hidden hallway and away from me.

 

Fuck.

 

 

 

 

 

9.

 

 

 

 

 

Three days later, and we haven’t spoken much. Under normal circumstances of course, that would be easier, but I think we can establish that living in the White House, as the daughter of the President, with a twenty-four hour security detail, is anything but normal circumstances.

 

And of course, that’s not to say we haven’t talked at all, because that would be impossible seeing as he’s always there. He’s always around, even off the clock, so to speak. He’s there at the breakfast table, smirking at me with that confident, cocky grin, or burning holes in me with those piercingly blue eyes at the dinner table with his dad, my mom, and Dexter.

 

So when I find myself alone in one of the side libraries off in the West Wing, it’s like taking a timeout from the whirlwind that my mind has been ever since that day behind the secret bookshelf.

 

Because I haven’t stopped thinking about it for three days. I can’t stop thinking about it, or him, or how he felt that day.

 

The door creaks open, and I look up sharply from my book with a scowl on my face. Except it’s not the older Ryan boy who pokes his head in; it’s his brother.

 

“Oh,” Dexter says, frowning. “Are you like, hiding out or something?”

 

“I-” I shrug and smile. “No, come on in.”

 

He grins, a look not totally unlike that of his older brother. “You just looking to escape Captain America?”

 

I raise an eyebrow. “Captain America?”

 

“Hunter,” he says with a roll of his eyes. He moves to the window and slumps down on the wide sill. “I’ve been calling him that ever since he went full commando and joined the Marines like a complete spazz.”

 

I grin; the name sort of fits, honestly.

 

“I mean talk about a buzz-kill. Don’t get me wrong, he’s my brother, but that guy used to so much fun before he got deployed.”

 

Something about the way Dexter says it makes me think that “fun” maybe means more “reckless and wild” than just knowing how to have a good time.

 

“Well, he came back, which is always a good thing.”

 

Dexter shrugs. “Yeah.” He reaches into the pocket of his hoodie and draws out a pack of cigarettes, making me raise my eyebrows.

 

“Um, I don’t think you can actually smoke in here.”

 

“I’ll crack the window.”

 

I frown. “I definitely don’t think you can do that either.”

 

He winks before he pulls something that looks like a paperclip out of his pocket and starts to twist it around some of the security wires leading away from the window. I watch with my mouth open as he slowly cracks the window open, and no alarm goes off.

 

He turns as I raise my eyebrows at him, and he grins. “Yeah, take a wild guess who taught me how to pull that off.”