“It’s fine. Finish.”
“Well, I think I did everything right, handled it the way it needed to be handled.”
“So, what’s the problem then? Anyone telling you otherwise?”
“No, not at all. I just feel…off. Like I’m forgetting something or mishandled something or…I don’t know. It’s just this vague but nagging feeling I guess.”
“You’ve only been home a week. Maybe you just need to settle in.”
“Maybe.”
“Will you be glad to be done with the presidency? It’s soon, right?”
“A few more days, yeah. I don’t know that glad is the right word. Even with the hard things that happened, I’m proud to serve the position. But it’s always been for a year, and I’m glad to pass it on to Marco. Actually, I have to go out west to be there for the transition. I was thinking…are you going to stay in Mountain View a few more days?”
He wasn’t sure he wanted this to go where it was leading, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to stop it, either.
“Yeah.”
“Adam, I’d like to see you again.” She said it in a rush and sounded more nervous than he’d ever heard her sound. It was kind of cute. His cock started to harden. He moved a hand down to give it a stroke. It had been unnerving, feeling her emotions, sensations, shooting into him from nowhere. He hadn’t liked that he’d had no control over it.
But now he began to get a sense of how it might have been. And how it could be. He concentrated on her voice, on her image in his head. And stroked himself.
“Adam?” Her nerves had gone up, but there was a bit of impatience there, too. Also cute.
“I heard you.”
More silence as he stroked his cock and remembered her hand doing it for him, her tongue getting in on the action. He made an effort to send the sensations to her, had no idea if it was working, but he was now fully hard.
He heard her breathing pick up as he remembered the wet heat of her mouth moving on his flesh, her hair brushing over his thighs, her nails digging into his skin.
She gasped. “Are—are you doing that?”
He smiled and let a low, pleased growl issue into the phone.
“Oh my god,” she gasped. “Youaredoing that.”
His fingers tightened on his shaft and he pumped hard, switching to a memory of him pounding into her, her slick sheath welcoming him, her hips arching to meet him, her hands clinging to his shoulders.
“Adam.” It was a low moan this time, and his excellent hearing picked up the wet sounds of her playing with herself, more than a thousand miles away. He growled his approval, closed his eyes and tilted his head back as he imagined her taking everything he had to give.
She came with a soft cry and he followed suit.
After a moment, she spoke, and this time there was amusement in her voice. “So, you wouldn’t mind if I came to see you?”
A distant part of himself felt like he was standing on the edge of an abyss. But the more immediate part of him wanted more of what they’d just done, wanted it for real. Wanted to see her face when she talked about Arizona, to make sure she really was good with it, wanted to go to the bar with her so that the other women would know there was no point in approaching him.
Oh shit, he was fucked.
“Come.” His response was more gruff and curt than he’d meant, but she seemed to understand.
“Okay, I will.” Her soft voice held understanding and promise.
Yeah. Totally fucked.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next morning, Adam wandered downstairs when he heard activity and smelled coffee. Hillary gave him a warm smile and held out the mug she’d just poured.
