Page 38 of The Prez’s Daughter

She felt the hard press of his cock as he slid inside her, inch by inch. Savage held her in place as he slammed balls-deep inside her, but he wasn’t done with her. He pulled out of her until just the tip was inside her, and then he sped up, taking her breath away as he fucked her hard and fast.

The dining room table didn’t move and that was when she realized it was nailed to the floor to keep it in place.

He growled her name against her flesh. She didn’t want it to stop as it felt so good.

In and out he thrust and it drove her crazy, and she felt when he was getting close to his own orgasm as he sped up, driving hard inside her, then he came apart and she felt each pulse as it filled her with wave upon wave of cum. She didn’t know if she should remind him that she wasn’t on the pill, and each time they didn’t use a condom, it came with a higher risk.

“Hey,” she said. “I missed you.”

He kissed her lips. “I missed you too.”

She licked her suddenly dry lips, and neither of them moved. “Did you have a good day?”

Savage chuckled. “I did a lot of club stuff. Yourself?”

“The usual, although I was able to do an everyday look on a sixteen-year-old today with Maeve’s supervision. That was awesome. Also, my mom stopped by and we went out for lunch.” She wrinkled her nose. “I think she’s afraid I like Maeve a lot more than I like her.” She shrugged.

“Do you?”

“I adore Maeve. She’s a good friend, and even though she does treat me like an adult, it doesn’t stop me from loving my mom, and I do love her. She means the world to me. I love her so much.”

He stroked the hair off her face.

“But I don’t get it,” Charlotte said.

“Get what?”

“Why she’s not leaving. She doesn’t want to stick around Rivermont Ridge, but she isn’t leaving. I’m happy and I can survive on my own, yet it’s like she doesn’t trust my dad.”

“I’m sure she does,” Savage said.

“I just want her to be happy.”

“Trust me, Nancy will go when she’s good and ready.” He kissed her shoulder. “Are you hungry?”

“Yeah, I’m starving.”

“Do you want home-cooked food or takeout?” he asked.

This made her giggle. “Do you want me to cook?”

“If you don’t mind, but if you want takeout, I can order.”

She laughed. “I’ll go get cleaned up and cook us something. So, what did you do today?”

“I went to see Jimmy, the real estate guy.”

“Ah, I know Jimmy,” Charlotte said.

“Do you like him?” Savage asked.

“He’s always polite, so there’s nothing wrong with him. He always complains he gets a bad rep because of being in real estate and all he wants is to let people find their dream homes.” She shrugged. “I’ve not really had many dealings with him, in all honesty. Why?”

“Do you know if he had a bad reputation, or have you heard anything about it?” he asked.

She sat back and shook her head. “No, I’ve not heard anything. Why? What’s going on?”

“Just a few things he said.”