And he just grins, his whole face smirking at me as his eyes twinkle down at me. “Yeah, thought so,” he says with a little wink. “Enjoy sleeping, princess.”
“I was,” I say quietly.
“And I wish I could stay and make sure you’re doing it right.”
I groan, feeling like the blush roaring across my face and neck might engulf me entirely. “I was—”
“Right, only sleeping.” He raises his brow at me again as he moves back into the living room and then strolls towards the door. “Sweet dreams, princess.”
Then he’s gone, leaving me feeling more riled and more on fire than I was before. So much so that he’s barely five seconds out the door before my fingers find my clit again to finish what I started.
Only this time, there’s no illusions to what I’m doing.
This time, it’s unabashedly Hunter I’m picturing as the orgasm tears through me like a wave.
16.
“So, Emma tells me you’ve been spending a lot of time like a shut-in up here.”
“Well it’s not like I can easily go for a nice jog outside or go to the movies or something.”
My mother sighs, giving me that patented “mom” look that’s somehow translated seamlessly into a presidential one. For a moment, I wonder if that's the secret behind her landslide victory at the polls; everyone saw that mom look on T.V. and just didn’t want to disappoint her.
“Madison, I mean here, in your quarters.” She smiles at me, “And you do know they have a movie theater here at the White House, right?”
I groan. “Yeah, not exactly the same thing. I miss people; I miss my friends.”
“Well I believe it was those people and those friends that got you into trouble in Chicago.”
I roll my eyes, “Are we seriously going to talk about this again? Jesus, mom, Harry hit me. I’d have thought standing up for me publicly would do wonders for your stance on domestic abuse or something.”
“Yes, it would have, had you not been drinking drunk and high when the whole debacle happened.”
“You’re being awfully dismissive about the whole thing, you know,” I snap.
“And you’re being awfully naive if you think I’m going to use my daughter’s personal life as some sort of campaign talking piece,” my mother shoots back.
“You know what, let’s go ahead and not talk about this.”
I know she’s on my side, and I know she’s got a lot more on her plate than my messy relationship stuff, but that doesn’t mean I need to hear her talk about it right now. It also doesn’t mean I can go ahead and tell her the reason I’m avoiding doing anything is because I’m trying to avoid being around Hunter.
“I think I’m just bored,” I lie. “I’m spending time in here because at least here I don’t have to deal with security and media schedules and whatever other circus goes on in the rest of this place.”
She puts a hand on my shoulder and rubs my arm as she smiles at me, even if it is a campaign-trail type smile. “You’ll get used to it, honey. This is ultimately going to be a good thing for you.”
“It’s a good thing to be cooped up and denied personal freedom while my life gets scheduled and regimented for me?”
“Madison, this isn’t about stifling freedom, this is about opening doors. Honey, think about what's available to you after this! I’m the first woman to become President, and you’re my smart, confident daughter.” She gives me that look again. “Now stop moping and put your mind to whatever it is you want to do.”
Damnit I hate when she’s right.
There’s something supremely unfair about having an argument with your mom when she’s a trained legal prosecutor and presidential debater. And again, I know she means well, but she doesn’t get that I get all of this. I do want to go figure what I want to do with my life, but I want to make my own way, not just coat-tail off my mom being who she is.
“Well is Hunter taking good care of you?”
I quickly look away to hide the pink that teases across my cheeks at the sound of his name.
Oh, he’s taking care of me alright.
Long after my mother leaves though, with a few more token words of motivation, I still can’t stop thinking about him. Because there’s something so wrong and so illicit about fantasizing about him like this in the secret of my own head that has me hotter than ever.