I don’t know. I really don’t. She’s the president. I’m… just a regular guy. This shit doesn’t make sense. There’s no world where we could work. But I can’t stop. I’ve never wanted anything, anyone the way I want Lina Kane. It’s not just physical. Although God, it’s definitely physical. But it’s fuckingeverythingwith this woman. The way she talks, how she thinks, her way of commanding a room. And the softness underneath all her power. How she looked up at me with humor, warmth, heat in her beautiful brown eyes…
I want to know everything about her. I want to make her laugh. I want to make her come so hard she forgets her own fucking name.
Okay, that escalated quickly.
But it’s true. All of it.
“I thought I might find you out here.”
I spin around.
Lina is standing in the doorway.
I feel my lips curl up on one side. “Are you following me, Madam President?”
She steps onto the balcony; the door clicking softly shut behind her.
“Maybe,” Lina returns my smile as she moves closer. “Or maybe I just needed some air.” She raises one perfectly manicured eyebrow.
I lick my lower lip. “Convenient timing.”
Fuck, that smile will be the end of me.
“Isn’t it?”
She stops a few feet away, leaning against the railing by my side. Close enough that I can smell her perfume, that warm, rich scent that goes straight to my dick.
We stand there for a moment, looking out at the grounds, not speaking. The space between us, buzzing.
“You look amazing,” I finally say.
She glances at me, a small smile playing on her lips. “So do you.”
I know my face is split into the same goofy grin I get whenever I’m anywhere near this woman.
“Please. I’m just a guy in a tux.”
She lets out a short laugh, eyes twinkling. “A guy in a tux who’s been staring at me all night.”
I chuckle. “Can you blame me?” I turn to face her fully. “This dress should be classified as a weapon of mass destruction.”
Lina laughs again, short and surprised, and the sound hits me straight in the balls.
“Oh, is that all?”
“Well, at least a threat to national security.” I step closer, my expression sobering, my voice going low. “I haven’t been able to think straight since you walked in, Lina. Every time I looked at you across that table, I forgot how to form sentences.”
Her smile fades, replaced by something… heated.
“Levi…”
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you, baby.” The words come out rough. “Since the first time we met. Since we talked in that tunnel. Every goddamn minute of every day.”
She breathes out, eyes lost in mine, “Levi, this is crazy.”
“I know, sweetheart.”
She shakes her head, letting out a huff of laughter. “I’m the fucking president.”
